Maine Lighthouses

Turns out this is as close as I got to Maine Maple Sunday

1802 House pancakes

Blueberry pancakes with Maine syrup at my b&b . Pretty solid breakfast so I’m ok with not seeing more sugar shacks.

Crazy cold today. The thermometer said 28. And this is the second day of spring! So… what to do in March when it’s 28 degrees out? If it had been cloudy, I’d have felt completely justified staying in watching movies, reading books, napping… You know, vacationing. But it was sunny and beautiful and I just didn’t think I could be inside all day. Plus, I didn’t really believe the weather could be that cold because the sun looked so great from a warm vantage point in the house while eating pancakes and sausage.

Note to self: in the future, believe the weather forecast.

I decided to get out and see Maine lighthouses, figuring that the drive along the shore would be gorgeous and I’d be in the car for most of the trip. This was all true until I reached Portland Head Light and realized that lighthouses, by their very nature, are not easily accessible by car so I’d have to climb up to them, which means being outside. Outside where the 28 degrees enhanced by 26mph winds actually feels like 9 degrees.

In a word, freezing and very windy.

Portland Head Light

It is lovely, though. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a native of Portland, thought so too because he spent a lot of time here and even wrote his poem “The Lighthouse” about this particular light. This is Maine’s most photographed lighthouse. Now you don’t have to brave the 9 degree temps to see it. You’re welcome.

The advantage to freezing weather is I had no trouble parking but it didn’t make me want to stay long. So I wandered about until I couldn’t feel my fingers and then hopped in the car and headed off to the next lighthouse in Cape Elizabeth.

Lobster Shack lighthouse

This lighthouse is on private property but allegedly is visible from the public Two Lights Park. I didn’t find that to be true and instead stumbled upon it looking for The Lobster Shack. The Lobster Shack wasn’t open so I’m calling this the Lobster Shack Lighthouse. I don’t know what it’s really called.

The next lighthouse was the most brutal experience and all my pictures are crappy and out of focus because the wind was blowing so hard I couldn’t keep my phone steady.

Spring Point Ledge Light

Spring Point Ledge Light down a very cool granite rock way but this is as close as I got. I simply couldn’t stay warm or focus my camera so it seemed like a waste of time. In summer, this is probably amazing because that rock causeway is all giant pieces of granite with big spaces in between requiring a bit of good jumping judgement to get down there.

The final lighthouse of the day was the smallest cutest most petite lighthouse I’ve ever seen in my life.

Bug Light

And it’s called Bug Light! Adorable! I wanted to just scoop it up and put it in my pocket. The winds weren’t quite as fierce here, even though it’s just on the other side of the bay from Spring Point, so I walked up and around and stayed awhile with the bug. Seriously, so cute.

After a freezing lighthouse expedition, a beer and a dog sounded like heaven.

The Thirsty Pig

The Thirsty Pig in Portland specializes in local Shipyard brews and hot dogs of all flavors and compositions including a vegan dog, probably filled with flowers and berries. Mine was a hot Italian dog with Thai chili sauce to mix all my ethnicities and I washed it down with a porter. Warmed me right up. I highly recommend this place. Their bar is a tiny place full of copper and wood tables as well as bartenders that know their business.

If you happen to be in Maine looking for lighthouses in warmer weather, head down the coast to Kittery and see the Nubble Lighthouse

Nubble LighthouseYou can’t get close but the view is pretty, as is the drive down highway 1.

Let’s see if the third day of spring ends up any warmer, shall we?


 I wrote an Ode to Pajamas once. I feel like I could write an Ode to Pancakes today because I had the most perfectly perfect pancakes at Blue Willow for breakfast.

They had blueberries and were a little bit crispy on the top but tender and falling apart once you pour syrup on them. And seriously gigantic.  One isn’t enough but two is too many.

Perfect with bacon on the side with coffee and a good book. (I’m reading Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood and I LOVE it. I’m slightly ashamed  (the name! so silly. The hype! It’s too much. Yes, I put parentheses inside parentheses. Don’t judge.) but I keep telling myself that a good book is a good book. I have some suspicions why it’s really speaking to me but I’ll save them for a later post. Because this is about breakfast. Again. I know! I have a problem…)

But here’s the thing that’s strange, I don’t love pancakes very often. How a breakfast fetish as severe as mine doesn’t extend to pancakes is a mystery. But it’s true. I’ll eat eggs every day. Even twice a day. And never get tired of them or run out of ways to fix them.

But pancakes? Meh. I think there are a lot of bad pancakes in the world. Lots of heavy, cakey, clunky, pasty, tough, tepid pancakes out there that have scarred me. Emotionally. Or that’s my excuse for my pancake reticence.

I think I’ve made pancakes 2-3 times in the last calendar year. I remember these beauties

Which I made using this incredible recipe, but I put the blueberries inside. Where they should be.

And there’s this recipe for oatmeal pancakes by Orangette that my sister made and I sometimes I dream about and my mouth waters. Delicious. 3 million calories apiece. But delicious.

But I can’t remember the last time I ordered pancakes in a restaurant. Until today. And I’m so glad I did.

Here’s another look.

I spent a long time with them and a lot of coffee and the crazy Ya-Yas and I have to say, I couldn’t have improved upon the morning.

Sometimes, it’s all about pancakes.