Return to Camden
Last year, we were unexpectedly charmed by a town in Maine called Camden. So charmed, in fact, that we made it the centerpiece of our roadtrip this year because we wanted Myrtle to experience it with us. After leaving Hudson, we drove straight to Camden without stopping so we could have the maximum amount of time there with her.
We rented a room at the same motel we did last year because it looks straight out onto Penobscot Bay. The motel was built in the 1930s—back when laws didn’t prohibit lodging from being that close to the shoreline—making it one of the only places you can rent that close to the sea. The room last year was perfect, and this year was no different.
Myrtle seemed entranced by the birds and ships on the water when she sat out on the balcony overlooking the water. It was cute to watch her enjoy it in her own way. I took her outside and up on the large rocks for a bit for a closer look (pictured).
We eventually went into town and shopped/ate a lobster roll/drank a blueberry beer. The town is small and quaint in a way that, while touristy, doesn’t feel trashy and cheap. Myrtle got into the bay at one point and laid down to cool off. I’m so glad she gets to enjoy Camden with us this year.