North Haven, Bucks Harbor, and Denver

We were without internet service (and cell phone!) for almost a week now. The Penobscot Bay islands tend to be high, almost cliffs, which results in the waterline being almost in a bowl. The reception there is between spotty and non-existant.



We ended up spending an extra day, a rainy one, at Pulpit Harbor.

The next day we sailed over to North Haven. North Haven is the little town that we accidentally walked to in our last blog post. It's a lot easier by boat :-) The town was more awake this time, and full of activity. The Community Center is a great little place, full of village folks spending time together. Moms with children playing board games, older folks reading the paper, teens spending time together. There is a little coffee shop there, plus an auditorium where some movies are shown and a local little theater. But the town shows life of better times in earlier days.

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth, I tried my hand at a still life in Maine --- simple and a little stark. I liked it.

A couple of artist shops and a YARN shop!, and a marine shop complete the town (oh, and the little restaurant). A car ferry runs from North Haven to Rockland daily, carrying tourists and locals who work in Rockland.

We were completely fogged in the next day; waited until 1pm to leave for Bucks Harbor.

There was heavy fog most of the way (remeber that fog horn a few blogs back?). The fog finally broke as we approached Bucks Harbor --- I hate that we missed most of this gorgeous scenory on the trip! Here is the lighthouse near the entrace to Bucks Harbor, complete with a little remaining fog in the background.

About 25 old wooden schooners are still running in this area, engged in the tourist trade. We saw several of them, under sail, just beautiful and a part of the past!

A couple of days in Bucks Harbor that included laundry and a nice walk (looking for cell coverage in all of the wrong places), and we left Monday (28th) for Denver. One of the dock boys gave us a lift to the airport in Bangor. Inland Maine, at least this area, is beautiful. It actually reminds me a lot of the Blue Ridge area.

A long trip later, and we are in Denver! Cian's parents, from Ireland, are now visiting the homeland, and have graciously invited us to stay in their home in Boulder while we're in CO. It's wonderful to have access of a house again.

Grandbabies! They are, of course, beautiful and sweet. Here';s the new Bonpa (that's Flemish for "grandfather" and Luke's new title) with his wee little ones.

Simon, Lisa and Mat's son, is now 6 weeks old.

Evelyn, Erin and Cian's daughter, is now 3 weeks old.