The Bay is strewn with ice further than you could throw a stone. It’s crunchy and salty…as if someone sprinkled sea salt on your snow cone when you weren’t looking
Fog over Sears Island by Peter Freeman…a gift in my mailbox this morning
In my mind I was going to create one of those catchy slide shows…you know, the ones that click through 100 amazing photos in 2.5 minutes accompanied by some up-beat music…that’s why it’s been so long since the last posting. But the weather has been spectacular and I’ve found a thousand reasons not to be in the office doing computer chores…so here are a few of the photos that may some day make it into the snappy slide show…
Our last two weeks in snips:
I spent Columbus Day Weekend on Deer Isle at the Haystack School of Crafts. The program is open by lottery and I won a slot in the Blacksmithing class…it was SO MUCH fun…exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. I loved the molten metal and being surrounded by all of the artistic souls…the hammering was seriously hard work. Steven stayed home and kept the campground running smoothly…how lucky am I?
Wow…August was a cheerful blur, September was as bountiful as it was colorful and October slipped in while I was daydreaming at the beach. I apologize for how long it has been since the last posting…and promise more in the week to come…lots of pictures and catching up. In the meantime, this was the view from site 14 this morning.
We’ve had an amazing stretch of weather…and we’ve all been spending more time outside than in because there are projects happening all over the campground…I don’t dare take photos of the messiest ones yet but soon I’ll show you the store/office completely re-done and the bathhouse has been given a new ceramic tile floor and paint job…is there anything more
stress inducing thrilling than picking out new paint colors?
If you’re coming our way for the 20th annual Clean Up Weekend…rest assured that we’ve left plenty to do and look forward to seeing you rain or shine! If you’d like to join us on Friday night, we’ll have a bit of a cocktail party by the fire to celebrate the new addition on the rec hall…pictures to follow 😉
My world crackled with dried pine boughs, the gurgle of the stream (quivering with elvers), the lapping of the waves, the distant sound of bell buoys and the cacophony of sea birds…gulls and ducks and osprey.
The fog changes our perceptions of distance…Steven’s chainsaw at the art studio sounded miles away but the bell buoys off Sears Island sounded like you could reach out and touch them…a magical afternoon of chores.
What did you hear today?