After leaving Cape Cod, we drove through Boston and up to Maine for a ferry across the Casco Bay to Long Island, ME. We tried to stop for lunch, but Porter threw a massive tantrum that resulted in him hitting me, which meant we hung it up and left right away.
We managed to find the ferry terminal, unload, park the car, and load the ferry with only a brief return to the terminal to get Porter’s jacket, which he’d left on the bench. It was a beautiful cruise across the bay to the island where we’d spend three nights. My parents met us down at the dock, and it was pretty funny to see the boys run toward them and all the people look at them as if these two retirees hang out just waiting for a visit from their grandkids to the island. We had a strange but well-equipped house.
Rushing to get the ferry meant we didn’t have time to stop at Trader Joe’s for food for the week. Instead, we made do with what we’d brought and the little island store. We ate well!
The first day we took a walk, enjoyed the island sites, and found a fun sign. The speed limit all over the island is 20 mph, and most people drive more slowly still. Seamus and Gilbert saw a boy wreck his bike in the sand, and then a few days later, he was the kid working at the restaurant/gas station. They recognized him and noticed his bandaged arm! I’d say if you stayed very long out here, you’d get to know everyone.
Our first beach day was idyllic. We went to South Beach, and enjoyed the rocks, sand, lobster pots, and we felt awed when we wandered down the beach and around a corner to a beautiful, clean, crystal clear water, cove. The next day, we discovered that that seems to be them MO of the beaches here. One side is seaweedy and the other side of the same beach is clear and gorgeous. I actually managed to get in a bit!
We were lucky to get two nice sunny days, and today, as we’re getting ready to leave, it’s raining buckets. We ate, read, napped, walked, played on the beach, watched movies, and sat on the elevated deck. All in all, a perfect island getaway!