Month: August 2019

Rye, New York July 4, 2019

Spent a few days in Rye, New York. Moored in a beautiful harbor.

Opportunity to get to know friends a bit better. Discover things you didn’t know about them.

They get to live here – have a spectacular view – all the time. Lucky.

Tracy is an artist. Never knew this. Makes sense. She’s tuned into the environment around her. Her work is engaging. Collage.

David’s humor pleasing as always. Wry. His company easy. The discovery? His desk a bit messy – although he swears there is a system in place.

July 3^rd watched fireworks together on the front of the boat.

Spectacular.

July 4^th at their home. In the pool with their grandchildren. Dinner together in town that evening.

Perfect.

Camden, Maine. August 5, 2019

Day started innocently enough. Sweet little café. Oldest family owned in Camden.

Maine blueberry pancakes, French toast, real maple syrup. Carbohydrate loading for the hike up -and then back down – Mt. Battie.

The reward. Penobscot Bay – spread out before you. Acadia in view. Sun glistening off the water. Camden Harbor below you.

Guide books described two moderate approaches for the hike.

Moderate. Bring it on.

On foot, we were closest to the first option for the ascent.

The ascent – wooded – soft pine needles and gnarly roots under your feet. What was all the fuss about?

We did encounter a couple who described crawling up the other side on their hand and knees. Must be wimps.

Lulled into complacency. Overly confident. We chose that other option for the descent.

Too late realizing that a descent marked “moderate” climbing means something way different in Maine.

We soldiered down. Using our best Spiderman moves. Chuck calling on his cat like reflexes. Scooting on our butts.

Nobody perished. No embarrassing skidding or careening off-of the edge.

High fiving all around.

You know those times that you get way more than you bargained for? In a good way. Eventually.

Today ended much the same as it began. Maine wild blueberries. Big as marbles. Pie this time.

Eaten on the front of the boat. Reclining. Watching the stars.

Topping?

Mary Beth saw her first shooting star.

Rockland, Maine. August 3, 2019

72 nd Annual Maine Lobster Fest. Friends aboard. Much merriment.

Who knew the highlight – at least for us – would be the parade. Not just any parade. The Big Parade.

King Neptune, the newly crowned Maine Sea Goddess and her Sea Princesses.

Lobster floats, marching lobsters, grown men driving tiny cars, motorcycles, veterans, orchestras, a Zamboni. Jenny claims that somewhere in there was a Canadian Mountie playing a keyboard.

Lest we forget – the gastronomic heart of the event. Lobster – every conceivable culinary imagining. 30,000 pounds of it by Day 2 of 4.

The Shore Dinner – lobster, corn on the cob and creamy coleslaw. Crowd favorite.