It seems like not that long ago that a few friends and I lit out for the more northerly reaches of Maine. Of course, it was actually very long ago — late spring in fact. Cold, rainy nights kept us cloistered in my buddy’s parent’s cabin on Mount Desert Island and while the sea beckoned, the usual vacation accoutrement had yet to be loosed upon the season. I did don my wetsuit (still the winter 6/5/4 at that point) and a mask and snorkel in order to go harass some crabs and starfish, but nothing much came of it.
We burned wood, cooked pink hot dogs (a regional delicacy to all you non-Mainers, although these were really more like pink sausages), harvested mussels, ate a beef heart and warmed our brains and souls with good bourbon. It was a shot across the bow of summer really — a threat of the many, varied adventures to come.
Now, months later, the heat is in full-swing, people from afar have beached themselves on our shores, and the days of sand between your toes and everywhere else are fleeting fast. I can’t believe it’s only now that I’m posting these photos, but there are lots more where these came from — the evidence of everything that’s passed between then and now.
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