I suppose the big issue with bucket lists is what happens when you finish? Do you immediately die? Do you move on with your life and never turn back? I hate to view life in such a linear fashion, which is my excuse for why, prior to moving from Maine, very few items on the "Maine Bucket List" were checked off.
We did go to to Nubble Light, as mentioned previously. We also ate the "Feed Me" at Bar Lola. To say it was an extravagant meal is a total understatement. Seven courses, all picked by the chef and all totally not necessarily what we would normally order off a menu. It was not a dinner out; it was an adventure. There was also not a scrap of food left uneaten.
While we did not physically make it to Isle Au Haut to go to Black Dinah Chocolatiers, they did (conveniently for me - I hate boat rides of almost any type) open a second location on Main Street in Blue Hill. Hence, a rainy day trip for the most luxurious chocolate I have ever had (outside of Belgium of course). The best was the Aztec chocolate. Also, had a to-die-for sea-salt carmel.
I won't look at our Maine Bucket List as a failure. After all, we still had to work, pack up our house (at the very last minute thanks to a giant bureaucratic organization that I will not mention here), attend three weddings, say goodbye to everyone we know on the East Coast, and Andy became a doctor. Oh, and I turned 30, so there was lots of consoling drinking going on during this time. I am avoiding my urge to look at the lack of checkmarks on this list as a downfall; instead, it is just many reasons we will return to Maine.
We did go to to Nubble Light, as mentioned previously. We also ate the "Feed Me" at Bar Lola. To say it was an extravagant meal is a total understatement. Seven courses, all picked by the chef and all totally not necessarily what we would normally order off a menu. It was not a dinner out; it was an adventure. There was also not a scrap of food left uneaten.
While we did not physically make it to Isle Au Haut to go to Black Dinah Chocolatiers, they did (conveniently for me - I hate boat rides of almost any type) open a second location on Main Street in Blue Hill. Hence, a rainy day trip for the most luxurious chocolate I have ever had (outside of Belgium of course). The best was the Aztec chocolate. Also, had a to-die-for sea-salt carmel.
I won't look at our Maine Bucket List as a failure. After all, we still had to work, pack up our house (at the very last minute thanks to a giant bureaucratic organization that I will not mention here), attend three weddings, say goodbye to everyone we know on the East Coast, and Andy became a doctor. Oh, and I turned 30, so there was lots of consoling drinking going on during this time. I am avoiding my urge to look at the lack of checkmarks on this list as a downfall; instead, it is just many reasons we will return to Maine.
