My husband and I spent the weekend here and were pleasantly surprised. The place was quiet and clean. It is a great value if you are just looking for the basics. Nothing fancy but just right. The lady at the front desk was pleasant and friendly. The bed was super comfy and the shower had great water pressure which we love. Also it is close to everything: BIGS, the Giant Staircase, Cedar Beach and Land's End.
We stayed at Cook’s Island View Motel for our friends wedding on Orr’s Island. It was the perfect, no frills place to stay. Barry and his staff were very accommodating. They served great coffee and juice in the morning. Our stay was very comfortable.
We ended up staying 2 nights here. Very clean and quiet. Spacious room. It's not a 4 star hotel, but perfectly suitable and clean. There was no A/C, just a fan, but other places on the island also don't have it, most of the time it isn't needed. There is a pool, and around the side there is an outside deck with seating and gas grill, which isn't visible from the road. It was nice overall and I would definitely stay again.
The cabin was clean, spacious. 2 bedrooms and 2 good size baths. Everything you needed even a washer and dryer. Clean pool and our door space. Quiet, central to everything on Bailey Island, about 14 miles to Brunswick. Staff helpful and friendly. Restaurants close by. Many beautiful hiking trails nearby as well as kayak and canoe rentals. Walking distance to cruises to Portland and harbor.
My family came here for a family wedding on maybe the hottest weekend of the summer so far. Was very unhappy to see that they did not have A/C even though it was stated that they did. Thank goodness they had a pool that was very refreshing and we stayed in for almost 3 hours!! I am aware that we were on an island and 98% of the time there’s a beautiful breeze, but maybe think of getting an air conditioner for each room. The motel was quaint, very “beachy” and clean. We will definitely come back when it’s cooler. Great owners as well.
This is a nice little motel. The rooms are large clean and comfortable. One really nice aspect of the rooms is the new windows in the front wall and back wall of each room. Plenty of fresh air ventilation if desired. One bummer is that the room can be noisy if your neighbors talk much.
We were very happy with the three nights we spent 29 May - 1 June 2018. We arrived late, and Siobhan was very flexible in getting us our room. She keeps the rooms spotless, is very friendly, and anticipates needs and questions. The three of us were happy with everything they had to offer. The location on the island means that there is practically no traffic passing by, yet there are a couple of good restaurants, store/lunch counter and post office very close by. Note that the wifi is available only from a central room, comfortably furnished, open 24 hours a day. Why go to Maine if you need constant wifi in your sleeping room?
Motel was exceptionally clean and everyone was very friendly and helpful. It is located in walking distance to beach, restaurants and the General store. Island is great for hiking or relaxing at the beach. My wife and I enjoyed the tranquility of the Island and the Motel. It was a great getaway from our busy lives. I would highly recommend Cook's Island View Motel.
We drove straight through to Mid Coast Maine from Richmond, Virginia and by early evening were eating our first lobster on the deck of Estes, a restaurant at the tip of the Harpswell Peninsula. We met a lovely woman, and her two daughters, one of whom was playing cello at Bowdoin College in nearby Brunswick. The mother is a concert cellist, and her other daughter, about Charles’s age, plays viola. In the morning, we left our room on Bailey Island and headed over to Brunswick. Listened to a guy on the sidewalk along the town’s main drag play piano; an upright, painted orange, bore a sign that reads: "Anybody can play me." A line of musicians, all part of the international music festival at Bowdoin, formed by the piano. After donuts at Frosty’s we drove up the coast a few miles to Bath, one of the nation's greatest shipbuilding ports. (During World War II, Bath Iron Works launched a new Liberty Ship every other week or so.) Then down the peninsula to Popham Beach State Park. Half-mile wide beaches that stretch in either direction for a few miles. On low tide you can walk out to a number of granite islands, but you need to be conscious of the incoming tide. It rolls in like a river, and this area is home to some of the highest tides in the world, some, a little farther north, rising and falling 42 feet daily. Life clings to everything it can, and the water and land here are impeccably clean as they are all the way up to the Canada border and beyond.. Mainers take their environment seriously and always have. Their lobster fishery is one of the best managed in the world, and all the lobstermen in every village along the coast sells through co-ops so they don't get screwed by corporate seafood slugs. Charles found a Jonah crab in the shallows, among the seaweed, and held it on his flattened palm until it scuttled off. We ate dinner over in Seabasco at a place called Anna's where they’ve got their own fleet of lobster boats. Very plain, very straightforward. And excellent food. We had fried steamers (soft-shelled clams, full-bellied; not those god-awful fried strips of chowder clams that may have last tasted seawater in the last century). The clams we ate were wet-battered, fresh out of the tidal flats, harvested that morning, the manager told me. Fried lightly in peanut oil, and the surrounding batter as delicate as a good tempura crust. The next morning, we visited Reid State Park on the next peninsula up east, just north of Bath, then headed north and checked into our cottage, the upstairs of a carriage house (two-car garage), in a place called Friendship. Made our way to a nearby cove on low tide, hunting for sea glass for Catherine, and Charles got deep into a mud, thick as tar with just as distinctive an odor. Lost his shoes with a sucking sound, the mud pulled them off his feet, but we retrieved them later, and they lay in the back of our Honda for the next week caked in drying gray mud. The last night on Bailey Island there were fireworks at Cook’s Lobster and Ale House, and from Cook’s Island View Motel (no relation to the lobster house), which sits on top of the granite spine of the island, we had a perfect view of the pyrotechnics, more elaborate than most municipal Fourth of July displays, including the one sponsored by the Richmond Flying Squirrels, which we can see from our front porch back in Bellevue. Charles remembered a previous summer night on Bailey Island, always our first stop in Maine and last stop out of it. We met a man from the room two doors down from ours who was dressed in a T-shirt and boxers, who’d obviously been drinking pretty steadily for quite some time. He wore glasses and was bow-legged, and as we watched the fireworks, he told us that he had been coming to Bailey Island for fifty years, that his parents had been very wealthy Connecticut Yankees and had set up a trust fund for him so he never had to work. He told us that he would come back to the Island View again in October, just before the place was shut up for winter, at which time he knew he would die. Barry and Patti Pontilillo, owners of the Island View, who have become sort of like extended family, would tell me the same man stays with them every summer and then again in the fall, and always tells the same tale of his imminent death, something he’s been doing for years on end, and he’s still alive. The next morning, while Charles still slept, I wandered over to Orr’s Island, stopping by the cribstone bridge, connecting Orr’s to Bailey, and walked out on the tidal flats on a very low tide. Harriet Beecher Stowe spent a fair amount of time on Orr’s Island, and in nearby Brunswick, at Bowdoin (where both Longfellow and Hawthorne had attended college), penned her most famous work, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”. She would write the novel “The Pearl of Orr’s Island”, beginning at a time when she first began grieving for her eldest son, Henry, who drowned in the Connecticut River at the age of nineteen. As I headed back across the bridge, I remembered the date, August 7, which was my father’s birthday. On a late summer’s day, more than 40 years, my Dad pulled the Pontiac station wagon, laden with my four siblings and mother, onto the shell drive near a group of cottages overlooking Casco Bay in a place called Bailey Island, Maine. That was our very first trip to Maine, and in the intervening years, when we travel to the Maine coast we always end up on Bailey Island first, almost instinctively, like salmon swimming mindlessly to the rivers of their birth. That year with my family on our maiden trip to Maine, I was fifteen, my son’s age this year. When I return to the motel I join Patti and Barry in the office for a cup of coffee, and a few stories about the island, which is their second home. They live in Connecticut, but spend as much time as possible up in Maine and plan to make a permanent move here any year now.…
That title might sound like an ad for a motel in the 70's, but it's the case at Cook's Island View. The view is fabulous, the rooms very comfortable and clean, but it's the vibe that makes it soooo special.