Peaks Island, Maine - Day 3

We walked four miles around the island this morning and saw everything from wild coastline (the east side of the island looks out at the Atlantic Ocean) to beach homes both seasonal and year-round, to cozy cottages. Most people are clearing off the island for the season, but I understand about 800 hardy souls are year-rounders. There's a huge tree in our yard that was green two days ago and now is about a quarter red and orange. It happens so fast!

One downside of being away from my computer is that, when I log on from a library, I have time only to check email, Facebook, and my blog. Maybe write a little. But no time to check out what all of you have to say. It feels I'm out of touch with the online community.

Tomorrow we take the ferry into Portland. We'll stop at the LLBean outlet in downtown Portland. On the schooner cruise last week, I was chilly on the first day, so I've been encouraged to buy polypro long johns. Without a car on this trip, we won't be going to the big store in Freeport, but maybe I'll luck out at the outlet.

I like not having a to-do list on vacation!

In from the island

Our six-day schooner cruise was profoundly relaxing. Good food, gorgeous sailing, lobster on a deserted island, 26 fun people from around the country, plus five crew members about whom I'll be writing a short piece when we get home. Art took many pictures which I'll go through before I post a few. This was our fourth trip out on the Heritage. I can't recommend the trip more highly. Check out the videos at www.schoonerheritage.com.

We took the Mid-Coast bus to Portland yesterday, caught a taxi to the Casco Bay ferry dock and walked on for the 15-minute run to Peaks Island, where I had a second lobster dinner yesterday. Usually I can manage three such dinners before I'm "all lobstered out". One more to go.

Many windows in our home exchange house - one view of Casco Bay with the Portland skyline beyond, the other to sea. I can hear gulls and waves and not much else. What a retreat! Our home exchange partners Mark and Sally are settled into our house in Washington State. I hear it's pouring rain there. Sorry for them, but glad to be in sunny Maine!

Today we caught the ferry back into Portland to visit the farmers market for vegetables, and we'll be leaving the Portland Public Library, where I am now, for the larger grocery store (Hanneford's) for meat and whatever else we need, before we head back to the island.

Coastal Coffee House

We're in Searsport, Maine, visiting friends. Yesterday we flew in an Alaska Airlines 737 from Seattle to Boston, and in a Cape Air 9-passenger Cessna from Boston to Rockland, Maine. Friends Beth and Brian picked us up. Last night we slept under a comfortable in a little Amish-built house on their property. Tomorrow evening we board the schooner Heritage in Rockland for our six-day sail.

This morning we had breakfast in a local cafe. We were welcomed by a dozen locals introduced to us by Brian. Best Belgian waffles I've ever eaten, two cups of wonderful French vanilla coffee, several cribbage games going on. I found out that every person in the cafe comes from somewhere else. All the long-time Maine residents eat in the cafe across the street!

For some reason, every time we come to Maine - half a dozen times in the last ten years - it calls my name. I'm chatting with people on this visit. I think I'd like to live here for a year - trade houses with another family who'd like to experience the Pacific Northwest. Now that I'm not working, that's a possibility.

We could do these!

We're getting ready for our trip to Maine. We leave Friday morning, and I have loose ends to take care of: (1) Putting together an executor's binder, just in case - it's been on my computer for ages but I've finally printed it out; (2) Making sure I have all our Maine travel details in a folder - we're going without a car and using public transportation instead, spending six days on a schooner and then seven days on an island; (3) Cleaning out the refrigerator - we're doing a home exchange with the couple who owns the island house; (4) Thinking about how I'll get six days worth of clothing into one carry-on bag - we'll be on a sailboat with no washer and dryer; (5) Getting ready to clean up the front porch and the back deck to welcome our home exchange partners.

I was interrupted by my own curiosity about future trip possibilities. After exploring multiple websites, I found two on Exploritas. I've read the itineraries to my husband Art, and he agrees that these two are what we're looking for, for places we've talked about visiting: (1) Journey of a Lifetime: Israel, Jordan and Egypt. Next spring, maybe. And (2) Trans-Siberian Railway from Beijing to Moscow. The following spring, maybe. These trips cost more than our usual ones, but they motivate me to be frugal, to take fewer trips, closer to home, using timeshares or home exchanges.

Between the time I quit my job in June, and next January, we'll have taken eight trips. I must have been travel starved. By January I should be ready to stay home more of the time, so we'll be able to save for the big ones.

I hope.

A Missing Chicken

At dusk last night I heard hammering next door by the chicken coop. I walked downstairs and crossed the yard. "Jason, what are you guys doing?"

Our neighbor Jason told me that just before daylight there'd been a commotion in the chicken coop. When he came outdoors to investigate, 16 hens, very upset, were peering into our yard. There should have been 17 hens, but one was missing. So Jason was securing the fence again.

We discussed the predator possibilities. A coyote or raccoon? No feathers lying around, indicative of a struggle. A cat? Ditto. (I knew my cat, Larisa, had been asleep on the foot of our bed at the time, so I felt some relief.) A person? "No," Jason said. "The girls are familiar with people coming around, so they wouldn't make a fuss."

I think it was a bird. An owl, maybe.

My husband Art, after he finished barbequeing, dug out a pellet gun and some other kind of weapon - I can't remember what, and really would rather not think about it - and took them over to Jason for his use just in case. I'm not sure whether Jason and Jennie are into that sort of thing, but Art's heart was in the right place.

I'll be calling over there soon to see if they still have 16 chickens.

Geocaching!

My sister Alyx is visiting from Alaska this weekend. In the past three days, we have found 31 geocaches within six miles of my house. Walked and climbed and slid and foraged in our Washington terrain in search of little Tupperware boxes and metal canisters and bulletlike micro capsules. Found a couple of espresso stands to fortify us. Wandered into Macy's at our regional mall to find a few shirts for her and a winter coat for me. Laughed in delight and confusion at our viewing last night of The Men Who Stare at Goats. Tomorrow Alyx goes home and I get to work on my LONG list of things to do before we leave for Maine on Friday.

Alyx got to pick green beans and squash from our garden and she was as thrilled as I am to see real food going into the steamer and then on to our plates. And thrilled as well at finding ripe blackberries in our neighborhood and along the geocaching trail! I remember when I first moved to this part of the country, it was remarkable to see actual food growing wild. Alyx has decided that if she moves back to the lower 48 from Alaska, she could live in our neck of the woods.

I've moved on to my next ESL module and no longer feel intimated. I do my best and let the rest go. What a concept!

Settling in, finally

Well, I finally wrote up the two damn lesson plans for my ESL class and mailed them to my tutor. I was whining to my husband Art the night before last and he looked up from his paper and said, "Just do what you can and don't try to be perfect." So I did. I've now finished up the last obligatory task for the week.

No, that's not true. I've finished up the last obligatory task I Didn't Want To Do.

I do want to pick up my sister and my cousin at the airport tomorrow for a four-day visit which will include a lot of geocaching. I do want to write on my chiropractor's blog why I'd choose him over any other practitioner in his field. I do want to prepare the squash for the freezer. Yes, I really do. Those little bags of summer taste so good during rainy Januarys!

I do want to work on my balance exercises on my Wii Fit, and sit in my adirondack chair and read a magazine or two, and take a walk in my neighborhood before the sun goes down, and take a 15-minute nap.

No great motivational stuff for me today. I think I'm starting to get the idea it's not a requirement for life. That's probably because I've got multiple people - in real life and online - reminding me of it.

Next week we leave for two weeks in Maine, one of my favorite places on earth. We'll be on a 32-passenger schooner for six days, and then on an offshore island for a week. Slowing, slowing, slow.