I drive up the coast and around a bit: Day four

It's an oddity of driving in one direction that the next day you see what was up the road and might have been a better place to stay - so I was interested to see that Falmouth was largely a set of strip malls, though I've stayed in such quite happily before. I drove North, intending to get to Bar Harbor, but began to realise that the holiday weekend traffic (it's Labor Day weekend, officially the end of Summer) was going to slow me down, especially in towns like Rockport, home to LL Bean and now almost all outlets. Equally, I decided that since the highway drove past lots of promontories (points), each of which had a road going down it, I would detour to see what was at the end of one. The one I chose, highway 123, led to the Harpswells, full of the sort of delightful houses which make you realise what a middle class salary buys here. For the price of my little terraced house... After that loop, it was back to highway 1, and a stop for lunch at a river crossing town called Wiscasset, home of Reds fried seafood stall (?), and then on to more traffic jams. Realised I wasn't going to make Bar Harbor, or at least not in time to be sure of a room, so decided to stop. Nearly did so in Lincolnville, a nice one street beach town, but carried on to Belfast, at the head of the Penobscot river, a pleasing mix of a working fishing town with the beginnings of the historic district, every second shop an art gallery type of town. A nice meal by the river, then an even nicer walk along the shore until the moon rose, and then a well earned beer.