
Just up the coast from us, what I’m told is a Canadian research vessel.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Just up the coast from us, what I’m told is a Canadian research vessel.
As I mentioned in a previous Tendrils (June 10), Cincy was the “big city” of my youth, an hour drive to the south once Interstate 75 opened.
Here are some memories.
It’s what many people expect when they come to Maine, but rarely like this.

the lobster feast, of course
I had two and a hot dog
and a watermelon slice
skipped the kabobs and corn-on-cob
the cream-colored tamale
quite tasty, delightful
the obscene excess of two lobsters
without formalities
just rip and crack
imbibe

memories of Chaz telling of arranging such feasts
who as a biker in Maine
ripped the tails off
and tossed the rest
my, how I still miss him
A season in Kyoto, Barcelona, or back in the Pacific Northwest.
Extended genealogical research in England, Ireland, and Alsace.
The Peruvian Andes.
Alaska or Iceland.
Ascending Mount Rainier or Adams.
Weekends of concerts, museums, and theater in Boston.
A week at the Metropolitan Opera.
Visiting friends in Baltimore, New York, and the Pacific Northwest.
Canoeing or kayaking in northern Maine.
On the other hand, I’d still love to experience the Orthodox icons in the churches of Macedonia.
And even some time on Grand Manan Island, New Brunswick,
Using what I had previously thought of as life boats was a common practice during the cruise.

Babson Island a wet landing
wearing Converse high tops sans socks
a mistake
lucky I don’t have blisters

a fine-shell beach
unlike any we have to the east
I know of

so here we are going ashore again
this time for lobster
Babson Island, Maine Coastal Heritage Trust

this is the great north of my life
including mosquitos
I wouldn’t want to go on a typical
ship cruise
or Navy vessel
the sea’s so blue with a sky to match
in the zodiac, I’m an air sign

The Phoenix has a devoted following and some fine views.




Eastport’s tourism buoy is inspired by the Key West landmark in Florida.

Confession. I rarely eat hamburger. Maybe it’s a vestige of my stretches of being vegetarian or even the tasteless rock-hard patties we had when growing up. If I eat beef, give me a thick medium-rare steak or juicy roast, at least.
But once or twice a year, I’ll definitely go for something like this. Especially while traveling.

Even a mighty river has humble beginnings.