Heart Rocks in Owls Head

When my sister-in-law, Sherri Reed, and I started planning a “vacation of a lifetime” to Maine, we started researching where to stay.   We decided to rent homes and set up “camp” with day trips rather than going to different hotels. 

We managed, several times, to confuse ourselves on VRBO and HomeAway’s websites in our 101 phone calls (each of us hoping we were on the same website & looking at the same place: “Is that the house on the lake?”  “No, that house is in Kansas.”  “Oh, crud.”  And so it went. . . 

We gained advice from a FB group “State of Maine Photographers.”   The members of this page were very helpful and informative on best places to stay, where to visit and even places to eat.  After one venture on VRBO, we found this really cool place near the Owls Head lighthouse – it was a HomeAway home over an 1800’s POST OFFICE!   We asked on FB and the consensus was that several people had seen it and it was COOL. 

 So another Oklahoma-California phone call.   Hmmmm.  There was only ONE bathroom.  There WERE three beds, but one was on the first floor and the other two required climbing a ladder type stair.   Visions of middle of the night trips to the bathroom quickly discouraged us.  Probably.

So we looked at some other places.   But we kept coming back to the Owls Head Post Office.  But those ladder stairs.

 
 Maybe the house on Kezar Lake with three bathrooms made more sense.

But the Owls Head Post Office was so cool.

And the house on Sprucehead Island was really, really neat.  And the bedrooms were all on the first floor.  Three bathrooms.

But Owls Head . . .

Commonsense won and we picked the house at Kezar Lake for five days (Stephen King land!) and the island house on Sprucehead Island for the final five days.  Good choices both.

But we still sighed about the cool Owls Head Post Office.  And then one day, on our excursions we turned a corner AND THERE IT WAS!!!   The Owls Head Post Office!   Neither of our husbands had quite realized the extent of “want” that we had given this place.   Screams of “STOP THE CAR” rang out from the back seat as my brother in law slammed on the brakes. 

Sherri and I jumped out and started taking photos of the post office—and then a man walked down the steps from the rental!  Of course we started talking to him.   He and his wife were visiting from Iowa.  Nice man—he asked if we’d like to look inside???  As we plowed him down getting up the stairs, we were not disappointed in the place.   It was just as we had pictured.

SO—if you are ever going to Maine, this is an unabashed plug to stay over a working post office.   Just down the road is the Owls Head Lighthouse AND the beach to pick up the really cool Maine heart rocks.  

Perfect for a place that makes your heart rock.