Until next time

It’s time to begin thinking of leaving this place we’ve been all week. I’ll tell you where the cottage is and show you more photos (if you’re not getting too tired of it all yet) when I get home.

It’s time to pack up the laptop and the things around the house because we want to get an early start tomorrow. Working on these photos is dificult because of the tiny laptop screen. The one I have at home is twice this size. I’m not too sure of the colors I’ve been posting all week, so bear with me please.

I say goodbye to all of this, until next year.

I picked this stem off a large wild blueberry bush growing along the shoreline near our cottage. I’ve had it in a champagne glass filled with water for the past several days. UPDATE: It's mountain laurel. Thanks, readers!

A painter from Surrey who travelled an hour on this nice fine morning (his words) to paint the coastline at Schoodic Head Peninsula, part of Acadia National Park. He was the happiest gentleman, too.

The library in Winter Harbor is a former chapel.

Jonathan lives.

A lobsterman outside of Winter Harbor checks his traps early Friday morning.

Skiffs tied to the floating dock at Winter Harbor.

I think I may miss this the most. I have always wanted to kayak yet never did until this week. I practiced and became adept at circling around rocks, stopping and turning quickly. And going really fast.

I love it. Except getting out. I don’t like that part.

Well, my husband’s started packing. George is outside barking at those pesky squirrels. And it’s time to shut this baby down and get moving.

I look forward to catching up with all of you when I get home. And I have a lot of catching up to do. Plus there’s a lot of comments to read . . . thanks so much for coming by and visiting today.