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Wells Marina…

I have a new facebook friend named Phil.  He is a friend of a friend, and he is who we called upon when I needed to refill the propane canister on the pop up.  The canister was stuck, I couldn’t get the screw loose (no comments here please), and even when I got the wing nut off, the screw and the metal strap that holds the tank in place seemed to be cemented to the tank.  Phil is an old hand at a lot of things, and he strolled up the driveway holding the biggest set of channel locks that I’d ever seen.  He paid no attention to the screw, and when I pointed out what I thought the problem was he said no, the screw was welded on there.  He went for the metal strap that held the tank, and had it liberated in no time flat.  And then he bent the strap so that it would be easy to strap the tank back on after I had it refilled.  I so appreciate the help, but at the same time I hate when I’m left standing there with a screwdriver in my hand, feeling stupid for thinking it was the tool for the job.

Well, I heard from Phil the other day, he asked if some of my pictures from the Fisherman’s co-op that I posted were taken in Wells, Maine.  He said there is a marina there, and a very nice restaurant also.  So on my way home from Nubble I realized I was passing through Wells, ME and saw a sign for the Fisherman’s Catch, and hung a right to check it out.   Had a nice lunch at that restaurant, sitting with a German couple who were delighted to hear about my granddaughter enjoying her life in Munich.  Nice company, but the lunch couldn’t compare to Red’s Eats.  But I continued down the road and that’s when I found the marina, and the restaurant I think Phil meant, and wished I’d gone further down the road before I ate.  But thanks Phil, for fixing the tank, and for the heads up about the Wells Marina.  What started out as a not-very-promising day just kept getting better!Wellsmarina2Wellsmarina3Wellsmarina5Wellsmarina6Wellsmarina7

There have been so many painters out and about on this trip.  In Boston, but more so in Maine.  Guess I’m not the only one enamored with this rocky coastline.  And I stopped at a quilt shop that I happened to pass the other day and picked up a panel of fabric with pictures of that coastline.  I’ll have fun with that when I get home.  And I will, get home I mean, eventually…

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Scarborough Marsh…

I went to Scarborough Marsh a day ahead of the sunset canoe trip, both to see if there was space for me to sign up, and to decide if I really wanted to go.  I had a little experience in a kayak, and absolutely no experience in a canoe.  My hiker/backpacker friend says kayaks are ‘tippy’, but sitting up high as you do in a canoe feels a lot ‘tippier’ to me.  I enjoyed watching the woman in the feature photo as she blew up her inflatable kayak and proceeded to head out on the Dunstan River.  It’s great she says, and weighs in at 40 pounds.  She also said that her husband hates it, which is why she was paddling by herself.  You see how high the river was that morning?  Well, by Friday night it was low tide and our group of inexperienced canoeists were bumping into each other and getting stuck in the mud.  But no tipping!  And no alligators.  Oops, I just thought of a reason to not get an inflatable kayak.

Knowing this was an official Audubon facility had me expecting some big, fancy building, so this little place was a surprise.  But I quickly learned that these people were very professional and experienced, and with a lot of information on how essential the marsh is to the ecology of the area.  Maybe I’ll go back and rent a kayak.  They said if I put in there they’ll know to look for me if I fail to come back.  That seems to me to be a plus.  Taking pictures from the canoe was almost impossible, I thought any move on my part would tip us over.  But I did manage to get a couple that morning, and also on the trip… with the iPhone of course.  I wasn’t about to risk the ‘real’ camera.  I posted one picture on Facebook already, so if you’ve seen it I apologize.marshofficemarshegretmarshdinnermarshscene2marshscenemarshscene4marshcormorantmarshsunset28-30-19canoeDid you notice that the seagull is bringing home the bacon, er, crab?

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Good morning…

Life is simple, right?  If you are on the East coast then obviously just go to the beach and enjoy the sunrise.  But it’s never that simple.  I walked out onto Pine Point Beach expecting a great view, but the sunrise was going to be so far off to my left that I realized that I should continue down the road to the Fisherman’s Co-op for the better view.  Which makes that spot my best, closest, spot for both the sunset and the sunrise.  But the hint of sunrise color that I found when I got there was about as colorful as it got.  And there weren’t many fishermen there either.  I figured there would at least be fishermen getting ready for their day.  Nope, it was just me and some gulls…coopsunrise1coopsunrise2coopsunrise3coopsunrise5coopsunrise6coopsunrise7coopsunrise8coopsunrise9IMG_7713_4_5_easyHDRcoopsunrisegull

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Nubble, Boon, and Bill…

There was a perfect view of Nubble Light.  That’s it’s nick name, it’s actually the Cape Neddick Light.  But I became intrigued with the lighthouse I saw off in the distance, and whether I’d be able to get a decent photo of it way out there.  I got to talking cameras and lenses with some fellow observers, which got me to get my 150 to 600mm lens out.  The biggest, heaviest one, that requires the biggest, heaviest tripod.  But what’s often the case with that was that at 150 I was still too close for a good picture.  I believe the above feature photo was taken with that lens.

Here you have the full effect of the scene I found as I watched and wandered the site.Nubble1NubbleonemoreNubble2The rocks, the lighthouse on the hill, with workers doing repairs.  And painters, four by the time I left.Painting

Looking left…Nubblelookleft2NubblelookleftLooking right…NubblerightsideNubblebirdscloseAnd the distant Boon Island Light, demanding my attention…Boonisland2NubbleBoatandboon

It was a lovely day, which brought me out of the sadness I’d been feeling on that day, the 5th anniversary of losing my husband.  At the gift shop I enjoyed the banter of an artist talking with the clerks and patrons of the shop.  He admitted he was 90, and a local legend.  Bill Thomson, a former professor of New England History at Salem State College in MA, and author of 26 books.  Now retired he sells prints of his paintings, and he was there that day, and wrote the name of my choice on the boat.  I returned to the shop several times before I made my decision to buy a print.  I love that it will have a history to it when I look at it, and in some way a history that includes Charley.9-3-19

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Coastal mail delivery…

I specifically chose to do a boat tour last Friday because I was so aware of the holiday weekend looming.  It would get crazy busy, I thought.  And the weather was fabulous for a leisurely cruise out of Portland Harbor.  They, brilliantly I thought, combine a boat tour with the necessary mail run to five of the outlying islands.  I was surprised that there were passengers too, disembarking and being met by family members on the docks.  Of course that’s how they’d get there to visit, but I hadn’t ever considered the reality of living on an island.  One stop that was interesting was Cliff Island, which was the town that hosted the filming of The Whales of August.  I saw that movie and loved it, I should look for it on Netflix or Prime.  We stopped there for a few extra minutes, long enough to get an ice cream cone at the little general store right there at the dock.  But we only had twenty minutes or so, or else wait four hours for the next ferry.

I found that once we had stopped at our last mail drop however, the boat picked up speed and we were now headed back to port in a hurry.  I considered putting on the jacket I had been carrying with me, but instead I wrapped the camera in it in case of spray.  In the nick of time too, because we got a direct hit from a wave that splashed up over those of us sitting in the bow of the boat.  Twice.  Lucky for me there was no harm done.  And some fellow passengers moved over and told me to sit with them just in case.  Very nice of them, and a very nice way to spend a day.  But I have to say that the crowds I expected to see never materialized.  Or else what constitutes a crowd here in Maine doesn’t compare to spring break at the Florida beaches.  It’s been fun and it’s not over, even if the rest of the campers here seem to be pulling up stakes and heading out.pullingawaypullingaway21ststopfirststop2

Pocahontas Light


Cliff Island


Ram Island Ledge Light
Indian Head Rock


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Old Orchard Beach…

Turns out that another one of the only places in Maine that I was aware of ahead of time is also close by this campground.  I searched so long for a parking space at Old Orchard Beach that once I found one I wasn’t actually in Old Orchard Beach anymore.  Which was probably a good thing or the beach goers vacationing there would have been seeing this mucky surf.OrchardbeachfishingpoleOrchardbeachseagullOrchardbeachbutterflyOrchardbeachcottagegardenI took a couple of pictures and headed back to the car to see if I could find the amusement park that I thought was at Old Orchard Beach.  And I did.  And do you see that very nice looking life guard in the feature photo?  I asked him why the surf had been so mucky up the way a little.  He was my age, well, not my actual age.  He was the age I think I am, and very friendly.  He said, in his sexy Italian accent, that it’s a factor of the wind and the seaweed.  I wonder how they kept it off this stretch of beach?OrchardbeachfessiswheelOrchardbeachfessiswheel2OrchardbeachpierOrchardbeachwave1OrchardbeachwavesceneI also asked the lifeguard which lighthouse this is that I was seeing off in the distance.  Biddeford light was the answer, he said he thought that’s what it was.  I just enjoyed his accent.Orchardbeachlight?I found this beach town to be a little less slick that some of the tourist traps I’ve seen.  You can still walk up the street and find the same fries, and ice cream, and taffy shops you find in a lot of beach towns.  But it had an old fashioned feel to me, and that appealed to me a lot.  I took this picture for my friend who has her eyes open for a little house with a porch to make her own.  I found her a candidate, and I’d definitely love to come and stay a while in the summer…OrchardbeachKozyCorner