Day three would be our second day of largely just driving. Things got off to a rough start with a late sleep-in, tough when you have a schedule to keep to. Portland has been named the “Foodiest Small Town in America” by Bon Appetit, and at the same time a specific breakfast item – corned beef hash – at Hot Suppa! had been selected as the best breakfast item in town. So we headed off to try it out. It’s a tiny place and the corned beef hash was one of the best things I’ve ever had for breakfast. Unfortunately the food they surrounded it in was fairly pedestrian and unremarkable, but perhaps we simply arrived on an off day. We finished up, set the car up and headed off a few minutes to Freeport.
Freeport is best known as the home of LL Bean, and they have four variations of the store in their little town. On the way in is a 25-foot statue of an indian, and Mary seemed anxious to get her picture taken with it, as did I. Very touristy but it breaks up the road trips. :) In Freeport we found a fair bit of outlet-style shopping to check out, and ended up losing another hour and a half or so roaming the streets. By the time we hit the road it became clear we weren’t going to be hitting Moncton in time to meet Brent, nor were we likely to make it to Charlottetown for the night.
From here the goal was get to Moncton ASAP, and we decided to skip both the I95 and Highway 1 options to cut through the centre of Maine on Highway 9. It’s a relatively underused road that appeared to be popular with locals, and we tracked a New Brunswick car the entire time. Crossed at a new border crossing with just about nobody at it, so new it wasn’t even on the GPS. Got across with no problems to find 110kph speed limits that assisted us in ripping through Eastern Canada as well. We began calling 1-800 numbers for hotels to try and secure something in Moncton with no luck. The final decision was to just show up somewhere, and we randomly selected the Crowne Plaza in downtown Moncton. They had eight rooms left and reduced their price from $209 to $129, more than we’d hoped to pay but worth it being that Mary was anxious to sleep and not drive anymore. Once settling in with our stuff we hit St. James’ Gate to find they weren’t serving dinner any longer, thus relegating ourselves to a slice of local pizza back in the room. Oh well!