I am at the most eastern point of the United States. I have come here every year since I have moved to Maine. I can see the Roosevelt International Bridge from my windows. I can hear the foghorn tonight. The smells at low tide were briny and evoked life from the ocean.
I can see Campobello Island from the deck. The bridge is closed, no going to Canada on this trip to Lubec. I am here for a week. A week of being at the ocean, hiking in the state park, along the new Cobstock Trails, and meandering down the streets of Lubec. There are a few places that are doing take-out, I got lobster dinner to go tonight. The Lubec Brewing Company is open 11-4, they have a really nice beer garden with tables that overlook the water.
I have good books. The wifi is strong. I have good things in the refrigerator to eat. The mattress feels great. I am doing my best to try to stay up until 9 pm or maybe even 10.
The drive was good. I listened to my audio book by Ruth Reichl, Save me the Plums. This is the first audio book I have listened to, and I am enjoying it. It seems like a long day, I have made lots of trips putting things into the car, and taking them out. I am doing my best to try to stay up until 9 pm or maybe even 10.
My little loft feels just right for a respite. The deck is good for sitting, for tai chi, for just being. There is a Maine for Biden-Harris sign in the front yard!
It is Thursday. I am in Lubec. The ocean has called me and I am here.
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