Last night was either the storm that wasn’t, or it came through so quickly and quietly that I slept through it. Looking out the window when I got up, I see no evidence of weather except wind. This is a bit disappointing because I like storms. I’m not crazy enough to actually be outside during one, but watching safely from inside is always fun for me.
in any case, the plan for today is to go up to Freeport and visit the LL Bean complex, about an hour drive away. I’m much more an Eddie Bauer guy, but this is Maine, not Seattle, and you don’t come this close to LL Bean country and not visit. It’s fine, it’s a good day trip, and it gives me a chance to visit the local giant whoopie pie bakery.
With all the walking and fresh air yesterday, and all I’ll get today, I skip the Peloton and go right into breakfast—I brought breakfast food with me not knowing what the situation was here—so I dive into some of that, plus it allows me to hit the road a little earlier.
Heading north for the day, I take the Maine Turnpike to I-295 to Freeport. The LL Bean campus takes up much of downtown; I think that LL Bean himself actually founded Freeport. Parked in the central parking of the campus and getting out of the car, I notice that it’s about 10 degrees cooler with a much more blustery wind than in Ogunquit, so I put on my Eddie Bauer windbreaker (he he) and walk the few minutes to the main retail store. This is my third time to the LL Bean campus, including once when I was in college in Farmington, and it seems to get bigger every time. Or, I’m just older and more tired of walking so far. At least they still have the giant boot.
Either way, I spend a couple hours there, then take care of one last thing before I head back: Go over to Wicked Whoopies, Maine’s award winning purveyor of whoopie pies. I have a singular flavor in mind, actually it is the only flavor that should exist: the Classic, which is made of two chocolate cakes with a creamy filling. It is so good.
Heading home to the hotel, I stop for something to eat—the whoopie pie is for a later time—I stop at the Maine Diner. It is good but pricey. I had the tuna melt and fries there, and a slice of apple pie to go. I don’t think I’ll be eating the rest of the day. Not much anyway.
So, here I am. Back at the hotel a wicked wind blowing outside. It was a great day and am looking forward to a night in. Tomorrow is heading home day, have a good night.
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