I have missed you

Whew – it feels as if I’ve been gone for weeks – but we’re finally home from Maine. It’s been a long day of driving and it was such a relief to arrive home again, safe and sound. After completely unpacking and putting everything away (it’s how we roll around here), then doing evening chores, which basically involve watering everything so it doesn’t die, it was time to dig into a fresh tomato sandwich.

We’re glad to have AC again because OMG, Maine was friggen HOT! Fortunately, our cottage was waterfront, and I swear, it was like sitting by air conditioning when the wind blew over that clear, cold water.  (Well, most days it was).

We’ve come home to 100 degree temps, with humidity making it seem like 120. So tonight, we’re camping out in the air conditioned living room rather than sleep in the 92 degree bedroom.

God bless air conditioning.

I’m tired, and I haven’t gone through all of the photos we took but here are a few that I managed to dig up to share with you today.

 

I love these colorful little skiffs. This shot was taken in Sorrento Harbor when I went to visit Lili.

 

My husband took this just before 5 am one morning. He was sitting on the rocks in front of the cottage and used the 70-300mm lens.

 

My name is George. I like frisbee and fetch games. I like cool weather. I don’t like waves that crash on rocks. And small children freak me out.

More on this later.

 

We visited Bar Harbor early one morning.

And when I say early, I really mean it. My husband was up at 4:30 every day. That’s when the sky begins to get light up there. I think this photo was taken shortly after 7 am.

 

We had the place almost to ourselves, though. This was taken along the Shore Path.

 

Created in 1880, the Shore Path runs around the eastern perimeter of the town for about a mile.

 

The Gabriela Gale is the prettiest boat in the harbor, according to the manager of the Corea Lobster Co-Op where I went to pick up dinner one night.

Our cottage was located a couple of miles outside of town, along the coast.

 

And I’ll leave you with seagulls at Schoodic Point where the waves were crashing loud and the spray could be felt from where I stood (which was far away from the crashing, thank you).

Until tomorrow, my friends . . . a very tired