Sand in our toes and Lobster in our tummies at Moody Beach along the Maine Coast

After our Acadia stay in which we did a lot of walking for me, and serious hiking for Phil, we were ready for some down time. We arrived at Moody Beach Thousand Trails Park ready for some East Coastline sea air.The park was full and busy but we found a spot and settled in quickly.   We had a few housekeeping chores to catch up and then we explored the area.

As with most coastal resort towns with beaches, parking is a premium.  With our Dually Truck, we have what I call “big hips” which make it hard to squeeze into just any parking spot. We were getting out to run about during the less busy times like early mornings for a walk on the beach and “late afternoon, but before dinner time” for dinner out.

Our morning on the beach worked out so that we did not have to take the truck because we rode the van from our RV Park.  This is a great service.  For less than $2 each per round trip, the van drives guests and their gear to and from the public beach, dropping us off right at the entrance to the parking lot.

We walked the Wooden Foot Bridge over and onto the sandy beach.   We watched the surfers ride the waves, the children playing in sand and we walked hand in hand while dipping our toes in the shallow waves.  I found the water cold, but they say it is not as cold as Acadia.  I didn’t get down to the water in Acadia,  but admired it from my perch halfway up the mountain while watching the windjammer parade.


Moody Beach, Wooden Foot Bridge access

When we were ready to leave we returned via the Wooden Foot Bridge and saw our van just leaving with a group from our park.   We grabbed a rootbeer float at the snack stand and waited and it wasn’t long before the second van arrived with another load of guests and we hurried over to take our seat in the van.  I didn’t realize that there were two vans running alternately.  The vans were a nice surprise for us.

When we decided that it was time for seafood, we drove the truck out to Perkins Cove. We were just in time to find a parking spot large enough for our truck and out of the way of circling traffic.

Perkins Cove has a lot of history.   I was visiting with a local resident while waiting in line to order dinner.   He said it was once a thriving fishing village, then an artist colony and now it is a tourist stop for shopping and for dining.   He asked if I had gone to the L.L Bean store, which I had.  He said the owner, “Linda” lived just over there……..Don’t know if any of that is true, but it made the line wait time pass by faster.

We had plannned on a dining experience inside a highly advertised small restrauant.  It was so small that it had lines of people waiting to be seated.  Seating was apparently very limited and it took a long time for parties to get in.  I think that customers had to leave before others could enter. A very small place.  The outside menu listed gormet dinner options and the prices which were more expensive than we expected.

While waiting in line and visiting with locals and visitors,  we noticed that our line was thinning out to gather in another line next door.   Next door was a lobster shack that from the window took orders, steamed the lobsters in the back and passed them back out the window for about a third of the price for the sit down meal, with an option to buy one, get the other free!  We changed lines.

We ordered ours and because the line had grown so quickly an folks were ordering more lobsters per person, we had to wait a few minutes for them to restock the pot. We used that time to wander the small shops and picking up a couple of tee shirts for Phil and a sundress for me.

The number for our losbters was called and we picked up our order.  Now, where do we sit?  There were some benches around the square and a table which was taken, so Phil lowered our tailgate and folded a blanket on it and we tailgated our dinner. Phil taught me how to eat and whole lobster, not just the tails.

I had my very first “Fresh caught today” whole Atlantic lobster!  Life is good on the coast.

Losbster, BOGO

Losbster, BOGO


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