Isles of Maine

During the midst of a hot, sticky DC summer, a little trip to Maine was in order. Rebecca and I packed our bags and flew to Boston to begin the New England weekend. First, we stayed the night with Ed and Sue, Ed being an old friend from work. Their little boy, John, was very social, and very happy to meet us. It was a great visit, and it will be fun to see them again, hopefully soon.

The next day, we ventured north to Portland, Maine, where we departed for Peaks Island, which, among other things, is the home of my dear Aunt Carol and her partner in crime, Jackie. These are two of my favorite people, and, living in such a wonderful place, it really makes it hard NOT to visit more often!

We arrived Friday afternoon, and set about some serious relaxing. We read, napped, ran and biked around the island, helped with dinner, and fished! We were also treated to a delicious lobster dinner that will not soon be forgotten!

On the ferry ride over. yes, I needed a haircut.
The view on arrival, disembarking from the ferry.
The house on winding way: home sweet home
Working hard on dinner
We set out the next day to try to catch dinner
I soon took the helm of this majestic vessel
Sadly, we didn't catch fish, and had to settle for lobster!
A fitting end to a wonderful day.