A Visit to Peaks Island, Maine

Adjectives ensue on the ferry ride to Peaks Island from Portland, Maine. Frothy, brilliant, sparkling, sea-salty. Everything that a quick, 20-minute ferry ride should be, until you dock at Forest City Landing, where Casco Bay Lines ferries have been landing since the 1880s.

It’s easy to dream here on tiny Peaks Island. Of tall ships and seaside cottages and endless blue seas and crisp breezes. You can bike the circumference of this 1×2-mile knob of land in 40 minutes, according to Brad, who rents transportation at Brad and Wyatt’s Island Bike Rental. But there’s no need to rush—beaches here are plentiful and accessible, a welcome change from the beach-rights squabbling that invades so many seacoast villages like red tide.

Time enough to pedal along Seashore Avenue and dip a toe in the vast brilliant water on the Atlantic “backshore” side of the island. Or explore the mysterious, leafy green paths winding inland, to little cottages festooned with porches, or the vestiges of concrete war bunkers, or the shadowy remnants of old Indian trails, weaving through sunlit pine groves. Easy enough to pass a lazy afternoon meandering along Island Avenue, just up the hill from the ferry landing, sampling a diverting assortment of shops and galleries (like the Umbrella Cover Museum and the GEM Island Artists Gallery) sprinkled like beach glass.

And then, park your bike at Peaks Island House, pick out a table on the veranda overlooking Casco Bay, and order up a Caesar wrap. Or kick back at the Cockeyed Gull, further down Island Avenue, for casual fine dining.

Reason enough to pause as you circle the four-mile perimeter of Peaks Island. Dream a little dream.

A Summer Visit to Peaks Island, Maine, in Photos

Have you ever visited Peaks Island?

This post was first published in 2012 and has been updated. 

Annie Graves

A New Hampshire native, Annie has been a writer and editor for more than 25 years, while also composing music and writing young adult novels.

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