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I had a lovely if LOOOOONG drive yesterday, inasmuch as Deer Isle is not nearly as far from Boston if you calculate how a crow flies and a Tomtom navigator navigates, but because of those pesky peninsulas and so on, it's a far sight further than you'd think.
(Just for yucks, this morning I used it to find the library that it said was nearest, which is ~ten miles away -- right across a bay. Oops. To drive it takes 63 miles!)
Currently, I'm in the library in Stonington, where they have a 15 minute signup for the Internet, long enough to check on mail and make a little post, while Perkins hangs out reading magazines.
On the drive up I saw no less than four different rainbows -- it was the kind of day with lots of sunshine interupted by tiny storm cells, which made for excellent rainbow-spawnage. I even stopped and managed to take a decent picture with my Zire, but it will have to wait until I get home to post.
Three miles before I made it out to Perkins' vacation house, I discovered I had a PROFOUNDLY flat tire, the kind that you try pumping up only to hear the distinctive hiss of escaping air. It was late, so we left it in an ambulance corp parking lot and called for help with the tire this morning -- lucky, there was a friendly garage right down the road, and they were able to fix me up with a cheap tire, so I can get home OK.
The vacation house is really cool in a post-modern way, with lots of sheer glass and exposed wood, set on a hyuuuuge wilderness lot surrounded by granite bedrock and lichen-haired pines. Just gaaaaah.
There were also fields filled with granite boulders. Can you say 'glacial moraine'? Oh yes.
Perkins tells me there used to be a hugh granite industry around here -- we're down the street from the Granite Museum, so we may go see that later.
OK, my time here is almost over -- so much to burble on about, for sure.
(Just for yucks, this morning I used it to find the library that it said was nearest, which is ~ten miles away -- right across a bay. Oops. To drive it takes 63 miles!)
Currently, I'm in the library in Stonington, where they have a 15 minute signup for the Internet, long enough to check on mail and make a little post, while Perkins hangs out reading magazines.
On the drive up I saw no less than four different rainbows -- it was the kind of day with lots of sunshine interupted by tiny storm cells, which made for excellent rainbow-spawnage. I even stopped and managed to take a decent picture with my Zire, but it will have to wait until I get home to post.
Three miles before I made it out to Perkins' vacation house, I discovered I had a PROFOUNDLY flat tire, the kind that you try pumping up only to hear the distinctive hiss of escaping air. It was late, so we left it in an ambulance corp parking lot and called for help with the tire this morning -- lucky, there was a friendly garage right down the road, and they were able to fix me up with a cheap tire, so I can get home OK.
The vacation house is really cool in a post-modern way, with lots of sheer glass and exposed wood, set on a hyuuuuge wilderness lot surrounded by granite bedrock and lichen-haired pines. Just gaaaaah.
There were also fields filled with granite boulders. Can you say 'glacial moraine'? Oh yes.
Perkins tells me there used to be a hugh granite industry around here -- we're down the street from the Granite Museum, so we may go see that later.
OK, my time here is almost over -- so much to burble on about, for sure.
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Enjoy your vacation -- I shall be visiting the northeast through you. :)