If you’d started a giant pumpkin in your backyard last spring and tended to it assiduously (see my previous post), you might have a fruit large enough to take to the Damariscotta Pumpkinfest. Damariscotta, a town on the coast of Maine an hour north of Portland, is the place to win fame, if not fortune, every October. If you’ve got a pumpkin heavier than about 400 pounds, saw off the top of it, scoop out the innards, and get you and your mama down to the harbor to the Giant Pumpkin Regatta. My husband, Ted, and I went in 2011, and had a blast. The town’s streets are lined with dozens of carved giant pumpkins. Fortify yourself for a tour by starting at the all-you-can-eat pumpkin pancake breakfast. Or, afterwards, revive yourself at the pumpkin pie eating contest. There’s more entertainment: Watch a twenty-foot-tall catapult launch pumpkins thousands of feet through the air into Salt Bay where they land with a splash you might reasonably expect from a breaching whale.