T+L Editors' Favorite Road Trips
Every summer my husband, three kids, our giant golden doodle, Max, and I make our annual pilgrimage from New York to Maine. Once we hit the coast, most of our favorite pit stops involve food: lobster rolls and fried clams at the Lobster Shack at Two Lights in Cape Elizabeth; pastries and bread at the Standard Baking Company near the waterfront in Portland; a quick shopping fix (and ice cream) in Freeport.
But when we hit Route 3 near Belfast, something changes. The windows go down. We pass the big elephant outside Perry’s Nut House, motels with No Vacancy signs, flea markets, a boatyard, a dilapidated barn, a shiny spiral staircase leading up to the sky from a parking lot. The road stretches all the way to Bucksport, Ellsworth, Mount Desert Island, and points beyond. We stop for quarts of small, juicy blueberries in lime green cardboard boxes at a stand by the side of the road. There is talk of blueberry pie, blueberry buckle, blueberry ice cream.
Back on the road, the cool air rushes in. The new bridge has gone up by Fort Knox right next to the old one. Can you still hold your breath all the way across? On the other side, we gas up. The Harleys roar past. Lobster for Sale, a sign says. It won’t be long now. A right turn off the main drag. Eighteen miles in to the rocky shores of Castine and Penobscot Bay, the lighthouse at Dyce Head, the back shore for a heart-pounding swim, fishing and onion rings at The Breeze by the town dock overlooking the harbor, cookies at Bah’s Bake House, a visit to the blacksmith at the Wilson Museum, dinner at Stella’s. Almost there.
—Jennifer Barr, executive editor/content strategist