More of Maine

The second day in Maine found us tired but still excited to be there.  After all of the travel the day before we rested, napped, stirred, and rested and napped more.  The day was softly perfect for just relaxing and it was exactly what we needed.

Our newly "adopted" grandchild that we had come to see, was not feeling all that good, running a high fever and consequently cranky and only wanting his mom.  With little else to do we, we looked around the area where the cabin is.

If you remember Cabot Cove of TV fame, you can picture the cost where we were.  Blackfish Cove is its name and a beautiful place it is.  It seems that early in the last century on a Sunday morning when most of the population was in church, a school of Blackfish (a relative of whales) had beached themselves at the head of the cove.  An alert fisherman, whom I suspect was not a keen church goer, saw this and ran to the church and interrupted the service to tell of the beaching.  Long and short of it the services were cut short and the congregation rushed to the cove to take advantage of the windfall of meat, oil, and blubber.  From that day forward it was known as Blackfish Cove.

The cabin itself sits about 200 yards from the beach.  It is easy to see the rhythm of the sea from the front porch.  This was something that we took full advantage of while there, watching the water rise and recede with the regularity of the ages.  Even though I was born and raised in the mountains of Arkansas I will say that there is a pull in me to be part of the sea.  To see all of its changes and convolutions; its calmness and its furry, much as I enjoy thunderstorms and gentle breezes in the tops of the trees on a lonely ridge in the mountains I call home.  If the winters were not so harsh I could find myself in Maine, feeling at home with the people and the land.  Another home among gentle and caring people.

I will not lie though, by the end of our stay I was ready to come back to my home, to my hills.

Eventually all worked out with the car and transportation, allowing us to explore and see some things we never would have been able to if we had stayed at home.  We did get to see "our" grandson and visit with his Dad and Mom and his other extended family.  We had our seafood and our fire on the beach.  We had our spirits renewed and souls refreshed.

More importantly, we bonded.  We bonded with the family we never knew, the new found friends we found, the people of the land, and the land and sea.  When we left, we left a part of our hearts there, and that is as it should be.

Thank you for letting us be a part of you.

Until next time........................