Here's the view beneath my campsite #7. If I stay here, I'll be 12 feet under the 25 foot tide in a few hours.
Hey! I've got a new man with me! Right below my campsite, built entirely of rocks.
There he is, down below, on the left, just below my site.
Inside my 'Ritz on Wheels', I'm a snug as a bug in a rug.
One reclaimed sardine factory has been transformed into a restaurant and motel on stilts. www.theInnontheWharf.com Great food!
I wish I could package the soft sea breeze and easygoing accent and send them to you. Maybe lobster? By the time I leave Maine, I will have eaten so much lobster, next year is soon enough for me.
Five days in, I'm nowhere near through. Eight days to go, in heaven here. I've got plans, this trip, same purposeful plans I have every time I come: Get quiet enough to hear my soul's yearnings. And Get close enough to God to hear her vast whispers over the Bay.
Every year, I find She's spread herself out on Site 7, more than willing to share. (It helps that there's no Wi-Fi or cell service at Cobscook Bay State Campground.) I bring home a slice of heaven every year.
Wish you were here. Lobster? Crabs? Blueberries? Sea breezes? Marshmallow s'mores, anyone?