The other day we actually walked through the village of Owls Head, parking the car in the lighthouse lot and walking back. Not much here: the general store, the post office, a library open 5 hours a week, and of course the paraphernalia of fishing - the town dock, traps and barrels, skiffs, lobster pound, boats at their moorings. Apparently, Owls Head un-developed itself. A hundred years ago it bustled a bit, with inns and restaurants and dance halls and the train that brought sand-seekers directly to Crescent Beach. Isn't Maine increasingly relying on the tourists? Why are we blessed?
We sat for a while at the picnic tables on the dock. The building behind us looked suspiciously like it once was a clam shack, with something like a take-out window. "Wouldn't it be great..." we started to say. Nah, then the lighthouse people would come down here too.
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