Having slept a solid 11 hours, we found that there was basically no continental breakfast to be had at our motel. We returned to The Country Diner. I had a delightful breakfast sandwich with home fries and coffee. Colleen had 2 eggs, sausage, home fries, and coffee. 11 bucks. On our way out of the restaurant, a regular patron and presumed Medway, Maine citizen correctly identified us with a grumble.
We stopped at the Hannaford Supermarket in Millinocket to grab some bottled water and lunch to go. Finally, we headed up to Baxter State Park. The gate house is only about a half hour ride out of town.
We had to pose with Pockwockamus Rock on the way in, of course.
Our first stop was the Sandy Stream Pond trail, which was about a 25 minute ride through absolutely breathtaking foliage. We had to take a Moose Pass, which gives you three hours to go out and come back. Our best bet to actually see any moose that day was at Sandy Stream Pond, so we decided to hike in, take some pictures, and come back. When we got out to the lake, it was pretty windy, but the sun was shining, and it was a balmy 50 °F.
It was alright, I guess.
We stayed a bit, but no moose were to be found, and we strolled back through the woods to grab the car and head back to the gate house to return the precious Moose Pass (apparently, the moose had passed on us). Afterward, we went around the west side of Katahdin toward Katahdin Stream Campground. I had thought we might head up the Appalachian Trail to see the nearby waterfall, but the sun was covered and the wind was heavier. We took some photos at the campground and thought it best to cut our losses.
Later that evening, we stopped into a cute little spot called the Scootic In. Both the service and the company were top notch. It was here that Colleen had her very first Lobster Roll! Coincidentally, the fellow at the high top next to ours told us that his girlfriend was from my home town of Glen Burnie.
On the way back for the evening, we stopped at the Rite Aid in Millinocket to pick up something a little more substantial in which to pour our whiskey. We emerged with a pair of goofy, spooky Halloween goblets encrusted with spiders. The evening came to a close as we sipped from our goblets and watched whatever was on the tube Zenith television in our motel room.
Oh, and let's not forget the —likely drug-fueled — guy in the room above us who decided to belt
Wooooooooooh!! a few times from his balcony just after midnight. We appreciated that.