Camden
It was time to head South, following the lines of honking
Canadian geese we’d seen from the mountain tops of New England. Our path deviated through the coastal town of
Camden, which has a pretty port area full of sailing and lobster boats.
Why Camden? Back in
the 1980’s, a young Irish student studying English at Cork University came here
for holiday work. Now living and
teaching in Oamaru, Tiernach Farrell had entertained us with many stories of
his exploits in Maine. He had
recommended the lobster rolls served in Cappies Chowder Bar in Camden, and that
was enough excuse for us to pay a visit.
It was worth it!
Winding down the convoluted coast reminds us of how much
coast-line there really is on the East Coast USA. It is massive. Camden is a picturesque town right on the
harbour.
The rest of the drive south, which was about 1200km and took
2 days, was pretty dull on the freeways.
The section through New Jersey was memorable for being so incredibly
ugly. Nothing but man-made structures,
all industrial, cranes, tanks, pipes, chimneys, factories, power stations,
under and overpasses, fly-overs, old concrete and rusty steel. This is the other side of USA that we don’t
hear about at home.
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