
Like Christina’s world

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall







Blueberry barrens can be stunning this time of year.
It’s not all water around here, though the road to the right leads to two lakes.



Sometimes Downeast Maine reminds me of the Far West. This is one of them.




A good frost or two will really bring the color out. Just check the tall grasses or your windshield in the morning.
I doubt this early bird was out for a worm, except maybe for fishing.
The governmental seat for sprawling Washington County is the town of Machias, or “bad little falls” in the river where it meets an arm of the Atlantic. Well, others have suggested the Passamaquoddy term would be more accurately rendered as “nasty” or something I suspect is much worse. From what I’ve seen, going over the cataract at the tidal line in a canoe or any other kind of boat would have been fatal. Not that I want to tempt anyone to prove me wrong, like those who have actually gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel.
That said, let’s look at some more facts about the town and its neighboring East Machias, Machiasport, and related neighborhoods.

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Or should I say “bay”? My weekend at the Common Ground Fair was followed by the better part of the week cruising Penobscot Bay in a historic schooner. My first time overnight in a ship, at that.
I’m just beginning to digest the experience, but it was my second digital detox within a month – a healthy opportunity, to my mind. I’m sure you’ll be reading a full report sometime in the future here.
At least my body’s home now.

It’s a favorite in our home from late spring on. We use charcoal well into autumn.
