Maine Part 3 - Kennebunkport

Welcome everyone to Kennebunkport, ME. Home of Maine's finest saltwater taffy, fried haddock 'n' chips, sunsets, ocean front property, and of course, the summer home of the George Herbert Walker Bush family. We loved this town. I think it was everything we had envisioned when we thought of quaint little Maine towns on the ocean.

On day 2, after the 5 AM photo shoot, we headed south on Highway 1 looking for adventure. We saw Kennebunkport on the map and figured, with a name like that, it had to be cool. When Matt telephonically informed us that it was the home of the Bush's, that sealed the deal. We had to go, if for nothing else than to see if their house was indeed made entirely of glass with people inside throwing . . . you're right, sorry, this is no place for politics.

We didn't find the Bush estate (we didn't really look), but we did find this little gem. It's called The Wedding Cake House and is apparently known as 'the most photographed house in Maine.' Well, H took this one, and I think it beats all the others. You have noooo idea how proud I am of her and her budding photographer-ness.

The center of town is located on the Kennebunk River, only a mile from the mouth, leading out into the mighty Atlantic. In other words, the center of town sits on this . . .

which leads out into this . . .

which leads out into this (doesn't H look great?).

Yeah. What's not to love, right? It started as a fishing and boat building village. Wait, did somebody say boats? Oh yeah, Kennebunkport is crawling with them.

Like the Sally Mack . . .

And this old classic . . .

I found this one and I'm claiming it for my Dad to live out his boating dreams. Ahoy, Pops.

There's more. The narrow streets that lead through town are laced with little shops whose entrances look like this . . .

or who have VW bugs sitting right on their shop floor.

But the best part of all is this road that leads out of town and heads straight for the ocean. Once it gets there it runs along the ocean for about 2 miles and is lined with amazing houses on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other. If the Bush's decide not to sell, H and I are going to settle on one of these, as long as it has plenty of porch space for grillin', plenty of spare bedrooms for all our visitors, and plenty of chairs for chillin'--H already looks right at home in hers.

We left town after a few hours of exploring, but when we got hungry, we came back--just had to. We sat on the beach, ate fish 'n' chips, and enjoyed the sunset . . .

And the view of the ocean.

We've both missed Kennebunkport every single minute since we left and are now in the process of creating a giant paper chain to represent the number of days until we get to buy our summer vacation home there--I think we're gonna need more paper.