It was chilly on Friday night, but the windows of my car were open anyway as I drove up Rt. 1. The air up north is fresh; sweet from the leaves that are starting to bud and salty from the ocean next to the road. I spent the weekend eating good food, drinking delicious wine, and spending time with people I love. I hope your weekends were equally as lovely. Sometimes the measure of a good weekend is simply whether you got to take a nap or not. Did you take a nap? Naps are the best.
I went for long walks on Saturday and Sunday around Beauchamp Point, a daily routine when in Maine, no matter the time of year. It was gray and cloudy, which makes for some of the most dramatic, most beautiful landscapes. I took many pictures with my phone because I didn't want to carry my Nikon for the whole walk; fortunately, the 1 billion dollar app (otherwise known as Instagram) helps to make iPhone photos a bit more romantic.
Here are some of the walk, and of the weekend more generally (after the jump):
The Rockport Boat Club with Rockport Harbor behind it. This is where I learned to sail and then taught sailing for nine years. The red lobster boat, called Becca and Meaghan, is one of my favorites. It used to be called Three Redheads but when the fisherman got divorced he changed the boat name.
I love the patterns that the missing shingles make on the side of this barn.
The Goose River, with a wall of limestone on its shores.
My favorite doorway in Rockport.
Looking out over the rocks known as "The Graves" by Dead Man's Cove, and out towards the Fox Islands.
When your truck breaks, you fix it.
Flowers at Rayr, the best wine shop in the mid-coast.
And, of course, wines.
The measure of a woman's wit is in the words she plays during Bananagrams. Mine might not be too high, judging from this board.
Rosie. Just chillin'.
Rosie, viewing horses with distrust.