Norumbega Inn, or "The Castle by the Sea," looks over Penobscot Bay off Route 1 in Camden, Maine. Last weekend, while wondering around the central Maine coast, I stumbled across the misplaced castle. Built in 1886, the Norumbega Inn is named after the mythical North American viking settlement. It has 10 rooms and 2 suites. Rooms Range from $105, for the Fountainbleau, to $425, for the Penthouse.
On March 20 and 21st, the Norumbega Inn will host a themed Murder Mystery Weekend. According to the website, "AFTER RESERVATIONS ARE CONFIRMED, YOU WILL RECEIVE A CALL FROM THE DIRECTOR, IN PREPARATION FOR THE CASTING OF YOUR CHARACTER ROLE. A COUPLE OF WEEKS PRIOR TO THE MURDER MYSTERY WEEKEND, YOU WILL RECEIVE AN INFORMATIONAL PACKET. INCLUDED WILL BE YOUR CHARACTER ROLE." Characters are urged to stay in character for the weekend. Think of a game of Clue played out in real life in a castle on the central Maine coast. Here is an example of what some of the rooms look like. The castle is built entirely of stone and wood and has had few renovations since 1886. I can't wait to spend the night and see what its like.
Route 137 cuts through the middle of central Maine farm country from Winslow to Belfast. Here are some photos from a recent trip displaying the state of the nation.
Iceacles on the door of another stereotypical New England Barn. This sky blue paint and oxidized copper roof caught my eye.
This house was built in 1801. Check out the Picasa page for more pics.
Unfortunately I think the happiness Express is out of order indefinitely.
In 1881, the city of Rockland Maine spent a princely sum, $750,000, to make a 4300 foot breakwater to protect their harbor from the Nor'easters that define central Maine winters. Eighteen years and 732,777 tons of granite later, the light turned on at the Lighthouse.
On Saturday afternoon, I made the 7/8 of mile walk out to the lighthouse with my roommate Nick to see the regional landmark.
The lighthouse is stunning; Brick on one side, iconic New England farm house on the other. After half an hour of taking photographs and taking in the scenery, the elements drove us back to mainland. Needless to say, it was beautiful.
As the white light house blended into the Maine landscape on the long walk back, I started awkwardly singing the Talking Heads song, Road to Nowhere.
I left my job in New York in the summer of 2011 and moved into a camper. Since then, I have driven 100,000 miles around the west, surfing and camping. During the summer of 2014, I set up a home base in the Columbia River Gorge. These are some of my stories and photos.