I spoke too soon. Yesterday was forecast to be partly sunny. If that means fog so thick you can’t see 100 yards, then it was. We were surprised by a knock at the door in the dark and fog by a trio of young men who sailed here from Portland. I expect we’ll hear more from them this morning.
We had a few other visitors during the day.
A photographer, Friend of Seguin, came out to photo-document the buildings. Capt. Ethan also brought a young family from our neck of the woods, Lake Champlain. They own a CSA, Blue Heron Farm, on Grand Isle, VT and were here for an end of season vacation with their adorable daughters. Their CSA includes yarn!!!
I have yet to identify a family of small hawks who call the island home. I can’t find the Peterson bird book that used to be here, so I am using my Audobon app which is even better.
Today is glorious. Sunny and warmer. I’m not even wearing any wool. Very optimistic.
I may even need my sunglasses with their homemade croakies.



We’re in the middle of a four day storm. Hurricane Ophelia is passing offshore tonight stirring up the wind and water. There’s no way on or off the island for a few days, which is always interesting. It makes me just a little more cautious. No power tools, careful walking the quarter mile or so (in full foul weather gear) to the outhouse and spend way too much time indoors.



















but the beer may have to wait for a more reasonable hour of day. The advertising ads don’t compare and are, in fact, rather depressing.







