|Bangor Bunyan barely better than Bemidji|
|Chris pilots a horseless carraige|
|Stanley Steamer bakery truck|
It would be impossible (or at least unacceptably boring) to try and give an overview of all of the items on display but a few in particular caught my eye. Near the entrance is a Stanley Steamer delivery truck. Everyone has heard of the Stanley Steamer but I had never seen one. They used either kerosene or gasoline to boil the water and were surprisingly safe. They were designed so that if too much pressure built up, the tubing would rupture and the spraying water would put out the flame long before the boiler could explode. No Stanley steamer ever blew up during use the way the steam engines on locomotives and steamboats routinely did. The Stanley Company was eventually driven out of business by the internal combustion engine which was faster and cheaper. No Stanley Steamer was ever able to maintain a power output above 20 HP.
|Model T Snowmobile|
|A pair of Beetles|
They had a section on John Deere products which included a 50s era tractor. There was a button on the display which looked interesting, so Christopher went ahead and pushed it. It played a recording of tractor noises. I suppose Mr. Cole thought that was terribly educational.
I will go ahead and include a few more pictures at the end of this post for your education and amusement. Meanwhile, Christopher is going to pop in here and tell you about our arrival on the New England coast.
Christopher here. I was frankly relieved to see Palmyra disappearing behind us. My parents seemed to enjoy themselves, but if you're like me, you probably think a room full of tractors is rather boring. The reason you think that is because a room full of tractors is objectively quite boring. In fact, that's where we get the common English phrase, "boring as a room full of tractors." But I digress...
|Lobster shack at long last|
|Dinner on the hoof|
What better place to start my therapy than the restaurant we tried the following day? Kaler's Restaurant was not actually on Mom's list, but we'd ended up paying an arm and a leg to park on the waterfront for the morning, and when lunchtime rolled around, we wanted to go someplace that wouldn't require us to move the car. We ended up at a table right at the door to their dock with a nice view of the bay. They even had a touch tank out on the dock with lobsters (rubber-banded claws of course), a hermit crab, and a few mussels and clams amongst a wad of seaweed. Deciding that it was time to conquer my fear, I walked out on the dock and plunged my hand in. After brushing a lobster with my pinky, I squealed and yanked my hand right back out. After a few more tries and some frankly embarrassing whimpering, I got hold of one and plucked it out of the water so Dad could snap a picture. The lobster wriggled like mad, flapping its tail and doing its very best to reach me with claws it could not open. I looked it right in the eyestalks, preparing to tell it I was no longer afraid. It wiggled its little mouth parts as if to say, "of course you are, you big sissy," and I dropped it back into the tank. Determined to show me up, my father immediately stuck both his arms in up to the elbows, grabbed a lobster in each hand, and maniacally waved them at the camera.
For lunch, Mom and I each ordered a cup of clam chowder and a lobster roll, while Dad took his turn at fish and chips. We also had some crab fritters which were like little crab-cakes at the center of large wads of fried dough.
those of you still struggling with the opening of this paragraph, you
read that correctly, I ordered a lobster roll. The lobster roll is the
primary method of invertebrate consumption in Maine, more popular even
than the mealtime butchery method. Deciding that I just might be able to
get onboard with this whole thing if I didn't have to tear apart an
exoskeleton, I threw caution to the winds and said "I'll have what she's
having" after Mom placed her order. Lobster rolls come in hot and cold
varieties. The former is hot lobster meat in a bun slathered in butter,
whereas the latter is chilled lobster meat in a bun slathered in
mayonnaise. The ones at Kaler's were cold, and, as with anything
slathered in mayo, taste primarily of mayo. I actually enjoyed my first
go at lobster, though I thought the meat was fairly similar to shrimp
but at a considerably higher price. Still, I'm determined to try a hot,
buttery one before we leave Maine.
|Quintessential lobster roll|
to be continued ...
Bonus pics from the Cole Transportation Museum
|Model T fitted out as a tractor|
|How did they get that in the building?|
|The hearse collection|
|Antique firetruck with traditional trampoline for firehouse parties|
|I want one|
|Yet another Model T as a freight delivery truck|
|Early freight transport|