We'd heard about the remote island of Frenchboro Maine but did not really appreciate just how far it was from land. We shoved-off from Rockland Maine on a Thursday and arrived on Friday morning. Fortunately we got a mooring in the tiny, tight harbor and rowed our Zodiac to the wharf. We were tired and hungry. After putting our order in for lobsters we waited and decompressed with a beer. The lobsters arrived on a still August evening and the butter wasn't the only thing that melted. We watched one of the most beautiful sunsets of the season savoring the tender lobster meat with corn on the cob. The owner was chatting us up and we appreciated the company. The next morning we walked the smooth stone beaches and wondered when we could come back.
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