Ah, forgot to answer you...

Camp Eaton on the coastal road in York Harbor. Despite being in a real tourist-trap area, the site seems to have the right idea - good essentials, few luxury trappings and a relaxed attitude. We camped in the shade of a massive old oak tree, with music provided by Atlantic Ocean waves breaking across the rocks.
I celebrated my birthday by watching dawn across the Atlantic. My wife had watched the sun rise a couple of days earlier, and apparantly it had been spectacular. I must have upset somebody upstairs because it was foggy. And I got shredded by the mosquitoes. Maybe I had too many lay-ins last year!