There is progress! Bob has finally taken the kayak off the roof of the van. Today was going to be another warm day (relative to usual temps in northern Maine). We awoke at a reasonable hour and after having a couple of cups of coffee, we grabbed the Maine Gazetteer and set out for Winter Harbor, one of our favorite little town on the Schoodick Peninsula.

Low tide from our cottage

In Winter Harbor, we visit an art/crafts gallery every time we come. Again, I ended up buying a "few things" that I will take to our home in Phoenix, that I'll MAKE fit in with my decor. If only we had a trailer--there were a few pieces of furniture I would've loved to have taken home, but, alas and alack, they would not fit. I had a long talk with Roger, the owner of the shop (both art and antique shops) and part of the duo that are greenthumbs excellente--you should see their front yard. Creative, beautiful. Took pictures the last time we were there, will have to find them.

Roger recommended a local restaurant, a coop (not for profit) begun by the town. From the looks of things (and the taste of things), it looks very promising. The building has been occupied by a number of failed businesses, but I'd bet on this one working (as long as they keep the fantastic chef and baker). I had a chicken salad sandwich and lobster bisque. The chicken salad had grapes, homemade mayo and it was on the most delicious homemade rye bread (almost graham crackery in flavor, not consistency) and iced tea. Guess what Bob had--yup--a cheeseburger with bacon. Sigh.....

After lunch we embarked on an adventure doing the Schoodick Loop. There we saw a loon

 the Loon

 the eiders

 Furlong B & B? It's for sale! Wonder what it costs to heat it in the winter.

 One of the scenic views on the Schoodick Peninsula loop.

Another beautiful scene--they're everywhere here!

We spent some time bird-watching (as you can see). We also saw a Lesser Yellow Throat (a type of thrush). We did some rock-climbing. I fell, but thanks to CrossFit, I'm fine. Of course, there was an audience so this old lady was mortified. I got up to climb again!

 Bouldering here, but mostly worked on aid climbing.That's seagull urine, not a rope. I was told I need to do more hang dogging. That means resting on the rope.

.Ready for my lobstah suppah! Another harbor along the Schoodick Peninsula

We found out about a local bar, the "Nautica" about 45 minutes away that has jazz on thursday night and a blues pianist on Monday nights--no cover. We were too beat to try it today (Thurs) and Bob is not a great fan of jazz (however, I tried to convince him that there was more to experience at a place like this than the music). When we passed by, the lot was full.

So, home we went. Tomorrow is another day.

this is the side of the cottage that faces the bay, so we have a few out all of those windows plus the one ones on the deck side and the master bedroom windows.
Gotta go tweeze now.