Today is a beautiful fall day off the coast of Maine. A high pressure blew in last night. The weather station is on the fritz so I don’t know the maximum speed here but the house hummed.
I love windy places where you can see weather fronts move.
Seas build, no visitors can land and it is a great day to do laundry.
The weather prevented a couple of friends from getting out here today but that’s island life.
I pack much lighter than in the past, partly because the tram needs repairs and isn’t running. This means Tim sees the same clothes and I do a little laundry.
We pack our gear and food as best as we can and haul it up the hill to the keeper’s quarters. Tim definitely lugs more than me and does all the water transport.
My cooking has simplified too. We no longer have dessert AND coffee break every day. I have passed the point in my metabolic life when I can do this and not continue to grow.
While we had grilled organic, grass-fed, happy steak our first night, we have also had not so organic franks and beans and even freeze dried backpacking food. In my defense, we are going to the Grand Canyon in November and I am trying out new food. What better place than here.
I didn’t tell Tim this until after dinner. He thought the shredded pork in a sweet and sour sauce with rice was “interesting” but as camp food it was pretty good and is a keeper.
I had another American pelecinid encounter; this time on the screen door of the kitchen.
Not as scary when there’s a screen between me and it.
We have some painting and trail projects today. I’ll brush my hair, maybe, and watch the clouds pass overhead.