We couldn’t wait to get to the little town of Lubec. It is named after Eva’s hometown of Lübeck, Germany and we wanted to know why. We walked the short main street and ended up at the public library.

Lubec, the beginning of the USA

Lubec, the beginning of the USA

The town seems to have to keep reminding you of where your are. Maybe some tourists get here by taking the wrong turn on US 1 and would like to know where in tarnation they are.

Yup. You are in Lubec alright.

Yup. You are in Lubec alright.

We arrived in the evening just in time to see a fine sunset from the deck of our hotel. We’re staying in a modern place, converted from once being a sardine factory, perched right at water’s edge. The wharf is still active for lobster and fishing boats. the catch is taken right in to some mystery quarters right below our rooms.

View from our hotel deck onto the bay

View from our hotel deck onto the bay

Action in front of our windows early one morning

Action in front of our windows early one morning

Now we find the “welcoming center” of Lubec, a bit modest and “do it yourself”, the kind of place that reflects the character of self reliant Mainers.

Right at the town's edge

Right at the town’s edge

Actually, there are some quite nice buildings here from the past, including several churches.

Grand old home

Grand old home

A simple church

A simple church

Church with a steeple

Church with a steeple

A church raising money to add a steeple

A church raising money to add a steeple

There’s a wine industry here, of sorts. Local fruit in any case,just not grapes.

Local wines

Local wines

We did our best to get to the bottom of the name Lubec. Our source was the local library. The librarian did her best and found a couple of books that might shed some light on the matter.

Lubec public library

Lubec public library

A few years ago the town, formerly spelled Lubeck, celebrated it’s 200th anniversary. A contingent came over from Lübeck to help celebrate.

200 years of Lubec celebrated

200 years of Lubec celebrated

The book that held the most promise

The book that held the most promise

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In our sleuthing we determined that a lady from Lübeck had opened a B&B nearby. We knocked on the door but no one seemed to be at home. A lost opportunity.

As we wandered along the short main street, we came across the type os scene that stops most all amateur photographers – a red boat. We took a good look and a few photos.

Red boat

Red boat

A car drove up. An old geezer rolled down his window and gave us a good history lesson. The boat was his son’s, being painted before they were to go fishing in a few days. He had lived across the water, just over there, in Canada, on Campobello Island. That’s where Franklin Delano Roosevelt spent his childhood summers. He knew them. Lived down the road.

Canada isn’t far away, just across the bridge. But you need a passport to get across. We had ours.

The way to a foreign country -  Canada

The way to a foreign country – Canada

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