The Goose Gets Gray; Maine Plays Misty for Me

Okay, it was long overdue, a gray foggy day. This is Maine, after all, and we had six continuous days of sunshine which is unusual to say the least. Secretly, we all wanted a day like this. So we got it. I started the morning playing tennis with a woman I met at the round robin on Wednesday.  During the middle of a point she stopped the game because a caterpillar was crossing the court. She got a leaf, carefully wrapped up the caterpillar and took it to a grassy area, saying: "I want you to turn into a butterfly."  This is all you need to know about this woman. Talk about random acts of kindness.  We are friends now.

We went to the Wells National Estuarine Research Reserve for a couple of trail walks, one to the densely foggy ocean, one through the ferns and marshes and birches and maples. The main feature of the outing was a density of mosquitoes so thick we had to run back to the car for Deet and cover ourselves in poison just to save our hides.

We drove around, the boys did some candle pin bowling, we went to a bookstore, we stopped for lunch at a place where the sign advertised the best lobster rolls in Maine and were told by a crusty old lobster man that they weren't making lobster rolls today.

We made up for it at dinner where the boys bibbed up for the final crustacean crescendo.

Tomorrow...back to crabby old Maryland.