It’s raining steadily mid evening here in Stonington, Maine, with the beading of raindrops against outer windows and some of it making its way through the screen of the open window on my right. Absolutely right as I’m sitting here with feet up on the bay window sill and the lights of a lobster boat in midground moving towards the background rise of the outlying Deer Isle islands and the blue gray clouded evening sky. S reading paper with feet propped up on my left armrest of the (yes, I will use the term) occasional chair I’m sitting in.
Good to be away on a short trip with S for the next few days, as we make our way slowly through these small towns of coastal Maine (Rockport, Belfast, Bath) and take in as much summer as we can.
Already with a good camping evening and accompanying campfire and meal by flashlight and the experience of waking up to the sounds of heavy rain in the tent in pre-dawn darkness. Let’s just say that we got our fair share of soaked in the tent with the too-small rain tarp. All the better to wash up, pack up our soaking things, and have a nice, full breakfast in Belfast with the high ceilings, crisped potato side with a tasty omelet and more than my fair share of good, dark coffee.
Late summer days are good here in coastal New England.
Mid evening in mid-coast Maine
It’s raining steadily mid evening here in Stonington, Maine, with the beading of raindrops against outer windows and some of it making its way through the screen of the open window on my right. Absolutely right as I’m sitting here with feet up on the bay window sill and the lights of a lobster boat in midground moving towards the background rise of the outlying Deer Isle islands and the blue gray clouded evening sky. S reading paper with feet propped up on my left armrest of the (yes, I will use the term) occasional chair I’m sitting in.
Good to be away on a short trip with S for the next few days, as we make our way slowly through these small towns of coastal Maine (Rockport, Belfast, Bath) and take in as much summer as we can.
Already with a good camping evening and accompanying campfire and meal by flashlight and the experience of waking up to the sounds of heavy rain in the tent in pre-dawn darkness. Let’s just say that we got our fair share of soaked in the tent with the too-small rain tarp. All the better to wash up, pack up our soaking things, and have a nice, full breakfast in Belfast with the high ceilings, crisped potato side with a tasty omelet and more than my fair share of good, dark coffee.
Late summer days are good here in coastal New England.