Maine is a state I always wanted to explore, so I wasted no time saying “yes” when Deborah asked if I’d like to join her on a week-long trip there in May. A 13-hour road trip from Virginia led us to the little, friendly seaside town of Ogunquit and to our new home away from home – The Cliff House Resort and Spa. I’d seen the ocean from the southeastern coast, but never like this. Ocean waves crashed against massive granite boulders with a calming, gray sky looming overhead. After snapping some pictures, grabbing a bite to eat, and squealing “We’re in Maine!!!” Deborah and I hit the sack ready to wake up the next day and experience all this charming resort town had to offer.
As it turned out, the beds were really comfortable – like sleeping on a giant cloud. So we didn’t get our adventurous, explore-everything-in-sight morning going as quickly as we planned. We eventually hit the town and stopped at Bessie’s on Shore Road for lunch. I enjoyed one of the most tender and tasteful steak salads I’d ever had. Of course, Mainers didn’t offer up sweet tea like this southern girl is used to, so I settled for Deborah’s favorite – Dr. Pepper.
After lunch, Deborah and I made our way back to our car, receiving “Hi’s” and “Hello’s” from the friendly locals, and checked out the downtown shopping scene, which consisted of toy stores, jewelry galleries, and even a chocolate shop! We headed back to the Cliff House Resort and… wait for it… SPA, where I enjoyed an 80-minute (yes, I said 80-minute) hot stone massage. I felt like I could melt off the table until… hmmm… my eyes popped open, my brows narrowed in confusion, and then I realized… “The masseuse is walking on my back.” This was definitely unlike any massage I’d experienced before, but she obviously knew her technique because I could feel the tension falling away.
For dinner – a corner table in an oceanfront, glass-enclosed dining room offering panoramic views of the Atlantic. My eyes shut and my shoulders sank as I tasted the first bite of my lobster bisque, followed by filet mignon, and then a decadent peanut butter and chocolate chip pie for dessert. With full tummies, Deborah and I faced a bit of high winds to stroll down the outside stairways that led to a closer look of the ocean and boulder strewn beachfront. What a great trip! And, at that point, it had only just begun.