Got some great books. Got a little cottage rented in Bass Harbor with a deck where we can watch the lobstermen come and go on the big tides; where we can walk all around the neighborhood, over to Back Beach, smelling that particular aromatic potion of ocean, herbal vegetation and shellfish as we walk; where we can climb all the way to the tops of small mountains that overlook a natural fjord and the ocean and small islands. We can even take a ferry ride to Swan’s Island, walk all around, eat a picnic lunch and smile, smile, smile.
Like a little kid the night before a fishing trip, I don’t want to go to sleep.
We’re stopping first in New Haven, CT to visit with Buck’s long-lost nephew, then on to York Harbor, Maine to visit with a long-long niece! And then Tuesday morning, we’ll drive on over to Bass Harbor for a glorious week of splendid isolation.