I have been waiting for this day for the entire Summer. Cool, slowing, lazy, Fall days. I thought they’d never get here. I couldn’t go towards the coast enough days last Summer. I kept thinking that we would get one more round of hot weather.
Fall In The Sierra Mountains
Leaf Peeping In Delaware
Then it snowed yesterday in the Sierra’s and I knew that Fall was finally upon us. I can’t remember a summer that was hotter than the one we just had. Maybe I’m getting older and less tolerant of the climate changes, season to season. There have been times, recently, that I have thought of the seasons, liking them to the seasons of our lives. If this were the case then I think that Spring would be our baby, toddler, elementary school years. Summer would be our teens and twenties or even our early thirties. Fall would last a very long time before Winter would creep in coldly somewhere around our late sixties and beyond. The changing seasons, you can’t ignore them, they’re upon us any way we may look at them.
I’m hoping that all of us have a very long and glorious Fall Season.
While we were in Maine, we happened upon an area that sparked our interest. We needed a place to walk after several days of being on vacation. We stopped at The Rachael Carson Wildlife Refuge outside of Kennebunkport. It was a beautiful walk and it was easy to see the effects the tides have on the area as the walk is elevated.
The Tidal Effects
It reminded me, at times, of being back in my childhood home of Santa Cruz, California. It was quite wooded and there were the occasional hitchhiker’s. In this one area, by the Pink Lady Slippers, was were the hitchhiker’s landed on my hat and took a ride into town. I thought I was feeling raindrops, as it was a bit drizzly, but once we got back to Kennebunkport a gentleman in the store started commenting on the inchworm travelers that had attached themselves to my hat. He thought I might be upset that they were there. I like inchworm’s, and I had been watching them on a sign while we were taking our walk, so it didn’t trouble me at all. Well, it did a bit because I wanted to make sure that they were happy in their new plant homes.
Wild Pink Lady Slippers
I think they probably liked hanging from the trees much better than the plants we found for them. We didn’t have time to drive them back to the Wildlife Refuge. Now that I’ve returned home, I can only hope that they are living lovely lives in Kennebunkport, Maine.
My sister was disappointed that my first blog, once back from vacation, wasn’t a beautiful sunset from Cabo San Lucas. I was disappointed that I didn’t have a wonderful photo of a sunset from Mexico as well. It just wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t until we were in Barnstable, Massachusetts that we found Sandy Neck Beach. We could see a storm coming, so we headed to Hyannis to grab dinner by the docks.
By the time we finished our lobster meal at the harbor in Hyannis, the skies didn’t seem quite so filled with dark clouds and the stormy weather seemed to be moving on. As we began to drive back to the Bursley Manor, where we were staying, we could see that the sunset might finally be one worth photographing.
We were hoping to make it back to the beach in time to watch the setting sun. We made it with only a few moments to spare. It was a lovely sight. It felt like something I would be viewing while watching the sun on the Pacific Coast.
This one captures the sand dunes and the quiet beach. I was thinking that this beach would be anything but quiet during a storm and though the clouds had seemed very thick, when we were there earlier, they had lifted to reveal this beautiful sunset. I’d like to return to sit on the sand and fully take in another gorgeous East Coast sunset.
A couple of weeks ago we were in Maine and took a walk along one of the prettiest shorelines that I have ever seen. I’m quite used to walking along the West Coast but I found the East Coast walk simply charming.
Along The Way
Begin The Marginal Way
We couldn’t have asked for a better day to take the paved one mile walk (The Marginal Way) from Ogunquit to Perkins Cove. I don’t think these photos do it justice but I wanted to share them anyway. Should you ever travel to Maine, you really must look this place up and take the walk. I finished our walk wishing that the path was twice as long. I suppose we could have walked it twice but why spoil a splendid moment? Is there any place that you would like to return to? I am very sure that I will return to The Marginal Way with the hope that I can spend a lot more time, next time I am there.