Monday, July 6, 2015

last days in Maine

Hold on for two more days here...lighthouses, blueberry barrens, farmers markets, a sail, and beach picnicing...how could I leave anything out?  Forgive the forty-some photos..

Walking the breakwater to Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse, built in 1902



Visiting our friends Johnny and Arla at their beautiful blueberry farm

the barrens - shortbush blueberries
John E and Homefries




thanks to Tokarz for getting me in a photo;)


walking the barrens, looking for porcupine. and moose.
We extended our trip by a day, and it was exactly what we needed: a sail and one last picnic with our friends.  The boat we went out on was The Bufflehead, captained by Daniel and crewed by his 7 year old daughter, Raya.

resident osprey







Eliza was nervous about getting on a boat.  It was lovely to see her relax and get comfortable moving about as Daniel tacked and the boat shifted.  His daughter has been sailing since she was born, and sails with him long days all summer during the days of the week he has her.  It was incredible to watch her navigate her way around, and Ani watched her like a hawk, her hands shadowing every movement.
finishing breakfast
Owl's Head lighthouse







I am sorely lacking for eloquence this morning, with my mind set on the week ahead, but I'm wanting to share the images before the memories fade.  Looking back on this fairyland, I'm realizing that we had a family vacation this summer! How about that.  Off the boat, we headed for the farmer's market - all of this within walking distance in this small town - for wood-fired pizza and sitting in the sun.




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Our last evening we headed out to the lighthouse we had seen from the boat - Owl's Head - and had a picnic on the beach.  I can't imagine a better way to spend a summer evening in Maine. 



While out there exploring on the rocks and getting as close as we could to a group of ducks (Common Eiders, dontcha know), Daniel sailed by in The Bufflehead, blowing his conch to us as he passed.





And yes, for a few foolhardy souls, there was a memorable dip into the Atlantic.  Of all the things we did, this is what I hear the girls recount the most often.




Me, I think of perfect weather and perfect company, olives, chicken, wine and brie in sight of the ocean.  Air filled with the sea, and the bright possibilities of new beauty.  Magical Maine.

Friday, July 3, 2015

more maine


Every other day we were in Maine was beautifully sunny. The other days were foggy and misty, rainy, which I also love, but you won't see photos of those days.  Well, right there, we're cutting the posting party in half, for those of you who just can't wait to get back to What's Happening in Ohio...(here's a hint: it's raining.)  Monday we went out to the Great Salt Bay Farm, near Damariscotta, in search of birds and horseshoe crabs! Ah, Maine!


common yellow throat
I had the pleasure of observing and identifying a bird. I know, that sounds straightforward and simple but I can't tell you how often I make a guess and just have to give up knowing for absolute sure, but this time we studied the guide and had many opportunities to verify our guesses.  I will tell you that a common yellow throat is anything but common, with its brilliant yellow, and black mask.


we found several shells, but no one living


bobolink male
The bobolinks nest on the ground in this prairie, and we saw many bobbing through the air, and perching on the tall grasses, wild with singing.  They are striking birds with their black and white.


With a quick pass through Damariscotta, we headed to Thomaston, to the shipyard where Freeman is working on a crew renovating an old vessel. The craftsmanship is astounding.  This doesn't surprise me, having seen Freeman's work before, but that was on a small craft, not something of this scale. 








Every time I walked out of their house, this goofy weathervane was there to greet me.  Just where does he think he's going? Maybe it thinks it's a phoenix, rising from the chimney?



This cormorant was content to sit tight and gaze at the boats as I joined him at the end of the pier. We did see glimpses of harbor seals in these waters, and later in the week a loon and a guillemot, and on our last night the common - again with the "common" - eider, but none close enough to sit for a picture.