Freeport, Maine is the home of L. L. Bean. After spending a little time walking around the downtown area, we both believe the town’s name should be changed to either Retailport or Outletport.
The town is filled with every imaginable retail or outlet store. My imagination is limited in that area but you can trust Mary’s. She said there are stores here that even she didn’t know about. Now that is an admission. Mary purchased a pair of shorts and a skirt and I resisted.
The town is filled with every imaginable retail or outlet store. My imagination is limited in that area but you can trust Mary’s. She said there are stores here that even she didn’t know about. Now that is an admission. Mary purchased a pair of shorts and a skirt and I resisted. The drive along I-95 from Freeport to the route 3 turnoff near Bangor, Maine was some of the easiest driving we’ve done in a while. It was 65 mph all the way with few interchanges.
Route 3 was mostly 45 to 55 mph and passed thru numerous small town as it wound its way to Acadia. We stopped in Ellsworth for a soft-service ice cream due to our fears we would have to do without for the 5 days we will be staying in Acadia.
We arrived at the Blackwoods Campground around 3:30. A light mist was falling that grow heavier during the night. We had the half sandwiches we saved from yesterday’s lunch.
We were in bed by 6:30 pm. Neither one of us stirred until 6 am the next morning.
