Yesterday, I went with my friend Dawna to Damariscotta for its annual Pumpkinfest.
Damariscotta is a lovely little village—population circa 2,000—nestled beside the even more lovely Damariscotta River, a tidal estuary of the gulf of Maine. Here is a shot looking out from town onto the river.
Because of the natural beauty, artists have been drawn to this area, which means the village has a zippy, arty vibe.
Yesterday, when we went to Damariscotta, the village was certainly zipping as various businesses and individuals were getting their giant pumpkins ready for the fest. (Today is when the fest officially opens, with a parade and many outside vendors as well as the pumpkins, of course. We were told that the town is packed, and it was best to come very early to get a parking spot.)
But first things first. As the day was drizzly but clearing, Dawna and I decided we would begin with lunch, and that if we were lucky, the rain would be gone by the time we finished our meals. We went to a place called Crissy’s, a breakfast and coffee bar, open from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m., Wednesday through Sunday.
I am happy to report that my BLT was mighty tasty and it, along with every thing else on the menu, was reasonably priced. Honest food at honest prices. My favorite kind of place to eat.
And by gum, when we were done lunch, the weather had indeed cleared, and for the cherry on the sundae, the light was bright overcast, just perfect for taking pictures of pumpkins.
Outside of Crissy’s, a young woman was in the process of creating a hatching dragon inspired by one of my favorite series, Game of Thrones.
We crossed the street and came upon this beautiful carved pumpkin.
The man who was carving—I didn’t get his name—explained that this Pumpkinfest was done totally for fun. It was not a competition. There were no prizes. Now, competitions have their place, but I love the idea of a fest where the pumpkins are carved, painted, and decorated for sheer creative enjoyment. However, while I didn’t question the man any further, I expect there is still some friendly rivalry to see who can come up with the most creative pumpkin. Whatever the case, this master carver looked as though he was having a good time.
Then, for something completely different, stylish black and white.
And next, a hideous clown. (There. Now you know how I feel about clowns. )
That’ll do for today. Tomorrow, I’ll post some more pictures of this fun Pumpkinfest, to get all of you in the mood for this season of ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties.
20 thoughts on “The Great Pumpkinfest: Part One”
What a fun time. 🙂 I LOVE the black and white ones.
This looks like a blast! Seems to be that Maine has an amazing number of very cool towns!
Jason, you got that right. So much fun and so many creative people in Maine, which, of course, makes a town cool.
I was thinking that, too – Laurie goes to some great places.
Wow, just this sampling makes me see why folks would pack the place. Fantastic!
Wonderful! And what a nifty little town.
I lived down the road in Newcastle for a couple of months in the 70s. Bet it has changed…there were only a handful of shops, then.
I bet it has!
Clowns give me the creeps! I love these pumpkins!
We’re certainly in agreement!
Fun to see what people can come up with for ideas. Another friend went today and I go to see more of the festivities.
Let’s hear it for Great Pumpkins!
lot of imagination at work there – I’d never guessed how interesting pumpkin carving could be.
You got that right!
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