My cousin Margaret is visiting Maine from her home near Washington, D.C. She drove up on Friday and arrived at the cottage she’s renting late that same evening. She invited me over for breakfast on Sunday morning.
She’s staying in the Marrtown section of Georgetown. Wikipedia says Georgetown is a “popular tourist destination,” but it never seems like that when I’m there. It was raining so hard on my Sunday morning drive along Route 127, I could hardly see the road. The few tourists motoring about the peninsula were passing me in the opposite direction; when it rains on your last day of vacation, you might as well get an early start home.
Margaret and I drank steaming cups of rich, dark coffee and ate quiche. The two hours I’d planned to spend turned to three and we got “caught up” past, present and future. It was hard to believe we hadn’t visited for two years.
On the way home, I stopped at the Georgetown Country Store for lobster, tonight’s dinner.
It’s Monday morning again, with the never-ending-ness of the week’s toil on the horizon. Lobster eaten, the shell’s boiled down for soup stock. It’s overcast again this morning, the air heavy with humidity. The whole house smells like a lobster cooker. It smells like summer.
There were a few surprises in the garden this Monday morning.
The Monday morning blues.
Julie-Ann Baumer 
Whenever I make the drive down Route 127 and the peninsula comprised of Arrowsic and Georgetown (which actually becomes Georgetown Island, where Marrtown is on the west side), I’m struck by how resistant these places have been to sprawl and strip mall development ubiquitous across the rest of the state. I’m not sure why that is. A drive to Reid State Park in 2016 isn’t remarkably different than it was in 1966, when it was likely I made my first trip to this wonder of a Maine place.
I have fond memories of the peninsula, tooling around in my orange CMP truck back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, when I worked for the power company. In the fall, when the “summer people” left for the season, I had much of it to myself to go about my work, but also enjoy exploring and finding new gems.
Glad you got to visit your “cousin” and had such an enjoyable visit.
It’s a valid observation, that there are no “Dollah” stores or “Quickie” marts on the peninsula. It could be a combination of zoning laws, old families, and old money, but it’s true that little has changed on the ride to Reid State Park. It’s glorious.