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I’ve been in the Pacific Northwest for just over a year now and I thought it was time to compare and contrast. So here is my short list of differences between Downeast Maine (the area north and east of Bar Harbor) and the Seattle, Washington area. It’s just for fun.

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Category Maine Seattle
Seafood Lobster Salmon
Clouds Cumulus,Fluffy Stratocumulus,Silver
Mosquitos Too many 3
Black Flies #%$@#! 0
Rain Summer Winter
Fog 9 months Seldom
Mountains Gentle Craggy
Water Atlantic Puget Sound
Spring 2-3 days Yes
Whales Finback Grey
Snow Lots In mountains
Humidity High Low
Evergreens Tall Taller
Transport Pickup Bus, train
Dogs Big Little
Ship Cruise,Lobster boat Cruise,Container
Jobs Tourism Tech
Dessert Woopie pie Cupcake
Roadside plant Lupine Scotch broom
Drink Starbucks Coffee
Weather Talk about Complain about
National Park Acadia Olympic
People Direct Polite
Volcanoes No Yes

maine lobster boat and buoys

Why not compare where you live now with where you used to live? What was the most outstanding difference between them? 

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A few more photos from my recent trip to Maine. No trip is complete without a visit to Bar Harbor. That day there were two cruise ships in town. The Empress of the Sea and the Independence smaller cruise ship. And of course the Margaret Todd was awaiting your arrival for a cruise around the bay.  Unlike Seattle, the ships are right there in your face, easy to see in the harbor. The passengers from the larger ships arrive at the dock on tenders and you can talk to them as they come and go, if you want to.  At the end of the day when they steam out past the islands it is quite a romantic sight.Bar Harbor was in shoulder season mode with fewer tourists but still enough to keep the shops open. I made a quick walk around town to make sure everything was still in order. It was.

Tidal Falls-a little further Downeast in Frenchmans Bay- is a really special spot where the outgoing Taunton River and the Atlantic Ocean fight it out every day. It has become a favorite spot for sea kayakers to test their skills. In this photo the white water looks insignificant but trust me these waters are deadly as this interpretive sign can attest.

One performance of Muse of Fire took place in a decommissioned basilica that is now home to the Franco-American Heritage Center in Lewiston, Maine. It is a magnificent building turned into a beautiful performance hall upstairs with accompanying historical documents and local items of interest and a social/meeting space downstairs. Some of the original features have of the church have been saved thank goodness. The most obvious from the outside is the stained glass windows. Inside the chandeliers remain, along with the magnificent reredos.

Schoodic Point in Acadia National Park is always a treat. It was a rather calm day on the ocean during this very brief visit. There were still interesting things to see.  A tiny, fall aster plant peeks out between the granite boulders by the equally tiny tide pool. Isn’t it sweet? And there is the place where the world cracked and the sea now comes in. Visitors were few and far between today but I had a conversation with some folks from Virginia who were bowled over by the beauty of this place.  Many visitors never make it to this part of the park but they were so glad they did. We chatted about other places in the Schoodic section, nearby towns to see and the best place for a lobster roll (see my previous post).

And here are a few more photos for your enjoyment, snapped on this trip, with time stolen from feverish packing.

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My week in Maine is almost at an end. Please don’t ask me how my vacation was. I spent every day working either in performances of Muse of Fire or trying to consolidate two storage units into one.

I report that both of these endevors were successful. But building and striking sets, loading sets in and out and then moving boxes and furniture back and forth has me feeling kind of tired.

The week was not without a little fun though. I was hosted during my stay by good friends who provided good conversation and tasty meals in addition to a comfy bed. I visited with folks I hadn’t seen in months. There was the obligatory visit to Schoodic Point, part of Acadia National Park-my favorite place in the world. And of course, Lobster Rolls.

The performances of Muse of Fire are a highlight of my year. The audience members once again rose to their feet in a spontaneous Standing O. That is always gratifying as this is not only a tremendous piece of theater but also an effort of the heart.

The most beautiful day was, of course, the day I had to spend indoors. Warm and sunny with a searingly blue sky. The clouds must have felt sorry for me. Take a look at this sad cloud face.

The rest of the week was cloudy with sunny breaks, as they would say back in Seattle. But I did not mind at all.The cool damp air felt really soothing to me. And I love the dark nights with bright stars and the quiet.

Tomorrow packing and sorting the things I want to bring back with me.

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I have to admit I am not in London but you can sing that old standard if you want to while looking at these misty photos. It hasn’t rained in Seattle in days. I find myself longing for the cool, misty fog. A nice, cozy fog of the kind that gives you permission to stay home, read a book and enjoy a steaming beverage.

This is one of my favorite spots, just as you exit the Schoodic section of Acadia National Park. Never say that lobstermen haven’t a sense of humor.

It was a misty kind of day when I was driving along Route 1 to Caribou, Maine. There is a scale model of the solar system along the road. Here is Saturn. If you are ever in the area make sure to check it out.

This little island is precious. I used to see it everyday as I went about on my business. It is especially beautiful in the fog.

If you want to see more foggy photos go and visit my friend at Fearless Nesting and view her fog chaser post.

Have a foggy day.

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I promised more photos from my Maine adventure. So here goes.

It was raining when I left Seattle and raining when I landed in Manchester, New Hampshire. But never mind, because I didn’t. I was greeted by one of the locals, but he didn’t have much to say. He was the only moose I saw on this trip.

The next morning I was off on our tour for Muse of Fire. I’ll show you some of the interesting and peculiar things I saw along the way. The Booth Bay Opera House is a magnificent old building. It had a fresh coat of paint last fall and is looking good. In the 1800’s the opera houses were really community centers housing town offices, recreation facilities, lectures and just about anything else you can think of. Booth Bay is lucky to still have this historic building in use today.

 In town you can have dinner at the Tug Boat Restaurant, enjoy the view, visit art galleries, as well as taking in a performance at the Opera House. So, can you imagine what happens at the moo light house? Ice cream!

Maybe you want to spend the night at a true 1950’s classic or have a chuckle at a more modern sight.

I made a quick pass through the Schoodic section of Acadia National Park. I couldn’t resist clambering across the granite to my favorite spot on the edge overlooking the water. It is hidden away from where most of the tourists go to watch the surf. It was a glorious sunny day and the rock was warm on my back from the sun. The stone on your bare feet discharges all the static electricity you have collected. I spent a happy hour there and hated to leave. But I had work to do.

Closer to my Maine home I was in search of lobster. I visited a favorite haunt The Harbor Girls Emporium in Winter Harbor, to find out they were only serving lobster rolls on Friday and Saturday during June. I was sorely disappointed. After spending a day working in my storage unit I really needed that lobster roll. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Oh well. After dropping off some things at Goodwill I went to another favorite, Ruth and Wimpy’s in Ellsworth, (the home of Wilbur the lobster) to see if I would have better luck. Success, the day was saved after all.

 Along the way I stopped at the Wild Mountain Man to check out the chain saw sculptures. Ray wasn’t out working which was very unusual but here you can see one of his remarkable double eagles made from a single tree. This is a giant size sculpture and the detail is amazing. The photo doesn’t do it justice. He is well known for his eagles but he can do anything down to the alphabet on a yellow, #2 pencil. I have seen it with my own eyes. He does a show in the summer. You should stop by and see him. He is always ready to tell a story or two.

Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park-where the sun first greets the US. Although Eastport will argue with you on that one. Today it is sunset and not sunrise. 45 mph winds made it a bit chilly but no one seemed to care. You can look out and see the Porcupine Islands, the breakwater, Bar Harbor and all the way to England on a clear day. Well maybe not England. But the view is stunning. Sometimes you will even see a cruise ship heading out on its next adventure. The long, late day rays of the sun cause the boulders to glow as if from the inside. Absolutely magical. That means it is time to head back down the mountain and home again. Go slowly and become part of the happening. When you reach the bottom the day is over.


Good night moon.

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I’ve been back in Maine for a few performances of Muse of Fire, to sort through my storage unit and visit with friends. It is almost time to return to the left coast. I was asked to send photos while I was here so I decided to make all of you jealous.

One bright sunny day, of the finest kind, I decided to take a trip to Acadia National Park. It was late in the afternoon. I had actually been doing some work earlier in the day. I felt the need for scenery and lobster. This was just one of my stops. More to come in a future post.

Jordan Pond House has been a destination for locals and tourists alike for decades. It is located in the park and one of the stops you can visit without buying a park pass (which I do have by the way). You can visit the gift shop filled with locally made goods, enjoy the gardens, have a delicious dinner, relax on the lawn, or perhaps paint your version of  The Bubbles. You see the Bubbles depicted on the sign that greets you at the entrance.

This gentleman was doing the latter. He and his family have been visiting Maine and the Bar Harbor area for 15 years. He told me that on their first visit they just fell in love and are drawn back every summer. It is a sentiment that many share and I have experienced myself. I wish I could take his painting home with me.

I came to Jordan Pond today to experience popovers and lemonade on the tea lawn. MMmmmm! Popovers, those steaming hot, tasty morsels you fill with butter and stawberry jam. Unsweetened lemonade is served with a little pitcher of simple syrup so you can have it your way. But alas, I was too late. I would have to settle for having dinner in the dining room. What a hardship.

I decided on lobster stew, which is not like a normal stew. This is a fragrant, milk broth loaded with chunks of lobster. But first the anticipation.

Notice the teapot napkin ring and the Bubbles depicted on the logo china. To accompany my lobster stew there were fresh, steamed baby carrots and yellow and purple potatos. Oh yes, the popovers too.

At last!  Almost forgot the oyster crackers.

I took in the view of the tea lawn and the Bubbles while happily savoring my meal. I did not have desert but the couple next to me ordered a popover a la mode with blueberry ice cream and chocolate sauce. I didn’t want to disturb them by taking a photo so you will have to imagine the popovery goodness that arrived at their table.

All gone! So are you jealous yet? The day was almost over and I had another stop to make. But you will have to wait to find out where that was.

Come to Jordan Pond House and have popovers and tea on the lawn but get there earlier than I did.

Crow says good bye and so do I.

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Balanced on the Precipice of Delight          

small schoodic 

solid, concrete, unyielding
You can hardly imagine something less itinerant
Speckled pink and gray, black and white
It sparkles in the hot summer sun
Kissed by the surging ocean,
shaped by the energy of wind, water and earth
Hard ridges, sharp and jagged like puzzle pieces gone astray
Smooth curves, soft to the touch warm your back

Moving slowly toward the sea each season, ever changing
unnoticed unless your memory holds the picture
Imperceptible motion
Then it drops
Drops suddenly from its home,
becoming mobile for a moment or two
Free from its bondage it rests
Learning its new place in the world
Finding its balance

Sit barefoot on the edge
Feel the energy dance within
Get up and join the dance
I am calm, I am connected
Recognize the future
The ocean sings to me
The clouds wave as they pass in the searing blue sky
You come too

I move towards my destiny
The journey appears slow as granite
And then the drop
Drop into the sea of infinity,
Where all are one and time and space have no meaning
Find my place
I am balanced on the precipice of delight

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