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The view of the harbor from our pretty cottage.
The Thompson House in Stonington, Maine.
It belongs to my mother’s cousin, Becky (click on her name to see her wonderful artwork), and is so beautifully decorated with art and antiques.
Stonington, a picture-perfect seaside village.
All in a day’s work for this lobster fisherman.
Our good friends, the Phelps, happened to be in Rockland, Maine at the same time we were in Stonington. We had plans to meet them for bike-riding in Acadia National Park, but ran into them in a little shop in Camden, completely by accident, a day early.
Acadia National Park.
Most of the antiques shops are in barns next to the owner’s house. I found a little treasure in this one.
The colors are beyond description. This almost captures it.
We took lots of drives and saw colors like this around every turn…
…in our convertible, with the top down. I am in the passenger seat huddled up in my coat and scarf. It was cold!
Had a picnic lunch at this nice, sunny spot.
David was so patient and stopped every single time I wanted to take a picture. Which was often.
Lily’s Cafe for lunch – 3 days in a row. It was THAT good!
We hiked through a moss-carpeted forest that opened up to this beautiful shore.
David got to go out on a lobster boat. Bob and his wife, Annette, were so kind to give him this thrill. I think it was his favorite part of the trip.
A toast to the last 30 years and 30 more!
Goodbye, for now…