Karen let me share her room for the night. What a treat! |
After our futile but interesting attempt to find my package in Portland, we drove to The Head Light, a classic Maine lighthouse. |
Karen looking cool in her shades. |
Now *this* is more like I expected the Maine coast to be. See the BIG BIG boats in the background? |
Yeah, black rocks and a blue sea. |
We took this photo thinking of Joellen, our own personal poet. Karen took a photo of me in with the sign that I'll add later :-) |
Karen got a recommendation from a local Mainer to eat lunch at this place in South Portland. What a perfect name for Joe's daughter and Uncle Joe's niece! |
And here are the cousins after we ate a good meal on the side deck. |
As we were driving around, we saw this sign and decided that Claude and Claudia would want us to stop for a photo! |
And here's the full sign, in case that means more :-) |
After breakfast on Sunday, we drove out into the country to try to find a farm where a friend of mine used to come as a child. This might be it... |
This is the bridge to Cousins Island, which we decided to visit after we saw it on my GPS. |
Dead trees alway tempt me to try for an artsy shot. |
Karen on the beach. |
See the partial foliage? It turns out that Maine is called The Pinetree State for a good reason... |
I forgot to un-do the zoom... but actually, it turned out to be an interesting shot! |
Here's the cousins on Cousin Island. Note that Karen is holding purple shells to take to 2.5 year old Jamie. |
See the bird on the tallest rock? I'm guessing that most of this is underwater at high tide. |
I walked out to the end of the sandbar. Pretty interesting, the way the water interacted there at the tip. |
There were some large, pretty houses on the mainland. |
I took this just to show off my camera for Karen. |
Who knows what this is? Karen wanted it to be cotton, but I knew that was wrong! |
Burgandy? Crimson? I'm not so good at names of colors, but this one seemed a little unusual for a beach color... |
My Birks have done amazingly well, given how often I've gotten them wet. |