Stayed in a tiny bed and breakfast where I slept on a massively uncomfortable cot, ate a bearclaw the next morning and (almost) became violently sick. Good memories connected to this place: there are none. It was rather flat and dull, and makes you feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere (which you are, really). The ocean nearby, however, is beautiful, but it’s hard to appreciate when you’re choking back blinding nausea.