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A Sublime And Ridiculous Trip

Posted Tuesday, Aug 02nd, 2011 at 5:54pm

On July 17 I set out on a red-eye flight to Portland, Maine. After a five hour layover in NYC, I made it to Portland. I grabbed a rental car and followed my instincts to the city. I had been there years ago and I mysteriously found my way around. In the first 30 minutes, I had bought my first souvenir and lobster salad, and was listening to blue grass music. I discovered that I really love traveling alone, and the zest for the adventure followed me up and down the coast. Here are some pictures from the next week and a half.

First stop, the Stone House in Freeport where I attended a wonderful writers' conference.

Stained glass:

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Beautiful landscaping:

landscaping

Look what I saw in the first day of the conference:

porcupine

Can you tell what it is? A porcupine up in a tree! This was a foreshadowing of many creatures to come.

As I drove back and forth between Bowdoin campus where we were staying and the Stone House where the workshops took place, I loved the barns - what beautiful shapes!

Barn Note that it says Granite Farm!

There was another farm that I rode by each day and they had these beautiful banded cows:

cows

I found a park near the conference center and I went for a walk. First I took a picture of these handsome mushrooms:

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Then I tried to climb off the path to get a better picture of the water. Aaack! I fell and upon getting up discovered one of my toes pointing in the wrong direction! I shoved it approximately back into place and took a few tentative steps back to my car to go to the emergency room. But as I looked up the path I saw a fox coming right at me from about 35 feet away. It came closer and closer until I took this shot (with no zoom):

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It quietly walked around me and continued into the forest.

I hobbled to my car, then to the ER and had my toe put back into place properly. The fox felt like a gift after the tumble.

The next day I found this (to me) classic Maine place of business:

stove

I have never seen such vigorous day lilies as I did there in Maine. They were bursting with health.

day lilies

Can you spot the two yellow birds looking at each other?

birds

On the last day of the writers' conference, we were shocked at how much better our writing had gotten. We snapped this picture before we went on our way. Our fearless leader was the wonderful writer Ann Hood. She is second from the right, toward the back.

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The conference took place in the middle of a heat wave and since we were staying in dorms with no air conditioning and in my case, no fan, I decided to get on my way up to the Monhegan Ferry where I would catch the morning ride.

Again, my instincts and my rental car, ferried me along.

I found the ferry in a particularly picturesque harbor. Here are some pictures of the harbor as the sun was setting.

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Before I hit the hay, I had someone take this picture for me:

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I couldn't wait to wake up the next morning and go out to Monhegan Island, the most beautiful place in the world. I hadn't been there in 16 years!

(to be continued...)

30 comments

  1. Jane Meskill Wrote on Tuesday, Aug 02nd, 2011 at 8:45pm

    Wow. It's profound to me how your camera can capture your trip with such amazing images to revisit. While you live your life, which is like breaking your toe and seeing an amazingly rare and beautiful red fox, you can't possibly stay aware to the fact that you're having the most wonderful life. Having this picture travel log is a blessing.

  2. Julianna Wrote on Wednesday, Aug 03rd, 2011 at 7:26am

    Hey there lobster woman....I can really "feel" Maine in your pics, makes me miss it!

  3. Bernice Nadler Wrote on Tuesday, Aug 09th, 2011 at 8:39pm

    Hi Sara,

    I enjoyed reading this with your photos that really make it come alive. May you be back to Maine in the not too distant future. Perhaps we can hike around Monhegan together some day!

    xo Bernice

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