Our first ride (and last, coincidentally) was out to Biddeford Point.

For those of you who have never been to Maine, it has a longer coastline than California, with its countless inlets and islands.

Even what most Mainers would consider a rather mundane view holds a certain charm.

I had a lobster roll every day for lunch, and the first was quite good, right across the street at the Arundel Wharf Bar.

We did a bit of cooking at the well-equipped Air B&B in Kennebunkport, but finding some of my typical ingredients was, well, challenging. This “Goguchang” seemed to work pretty well, though.

My poached shrimp and roasted red pepper salad was a hit, as was the Domaine Carneros Brut.

Perhaps the freshest scallops I can remember eating adorned my seafood risotto (accompanied by a delightful Vietti Roar Arneis).

We also had lobster, of course, which paired quite well with the Sancerre Rosé.

Kennebunkport is a beautiful (and wealthy) town with picture-book-perfect houses on every street, it seems.

Maine also offers countless seascapes and even though it is the furthest eastern state, due to the nature of the coastline, sunsets can be found over water.

Lobster roll #3 (or was it #4) was the best, served at The Ramp (a tiny seaside bar in Kennebunkport, was the best.

The Ramp also offered gorgeous views. This is one of our hosts, Terri, soaking in the late evening sun.

Did I mention we had some lobster?

If I had stopped for every picturesque setting, I never would have finished a ride.

Our hosts brought their fiesta rat terrier who warmed up to me eventually (perhaps even too much).

All over the place.

We swung up to Freeport for an afternoon and the roll there was huge and probably the second best of the week.

I also met up with one of my college basketball coaches, Charlie Gordon, in Portland. I have some work to do to look as good as he does almost twenty years my senior.

As I said, we managed to drink a bunch of wine and this Gonet-Medeville champagne might have been the best.

Of course no trip to Kennebunkport would be complete without a ride past this place where the family is still beloved.

On our last full day in Maine, we were able to beat the rain out to Biddeford Point for one last ride (and one last lobster roll).