Here are my “keepers” from our recent Sunday’s nor’easter.
It was a ripper of a day to be out and about and there were dire warnings and stern counsel to NOT be outside for this one. I, of course, ignored them and, taking all other precautions, had a wonderful day of it. My driving loop was Rockland, Cushing, Friendship, Sprucehead and Owl’s Head then home. Only three times did I have to stop when I could not see the front of the truck in the whiteouts.
In Cushing I went down to Olson’s and visited Betsy and Andy. I only like going to see them when there’s no one else around….which was a pretty safe bet that day. It was blowing so hard that for the walk down the hill to the cemetery I made sure to take my cell phone, just in case. The storm was at its raging best while I was there. Perfect.
Down the Hill
When Betsy and Andy first brought me to Maine I used to spend a lot of time in Cushing, living for a few summers on their farm there. Those years left me forever enamored of that quiet, pastoral land on the west side of the St. George River.
Out of the North
Back in those early years I also grew to admire the bristly little fishing village of Friendship. Just to the west of Cushing, it’s one of Maine’s most serious lobstering towns.
Friendship, Low Water
A long “hug from Maine” today, but I promised you this last week. Oh, one more image; after the storm tore through and headed out into the North Atlantic, clearing high-pressure built in and the next morning here’s what I beheld from the gallery. Could I be any luckier than living here?
Franklin St. Eagle
Winter well, be safe out there, cheers,