It was an easy decision to runaway to Maine to celebrate J.'s birthday. We made no firm plans, had no reservations and no cell phone, trusting that everything would work out. We love to travel like this and so we wandered the Blue Hills area, revisited Sabbath Day Lake, a Shaker Village, discovered Belfast, an old ship building town, sat beside the ocean J eating clams, Liz not; and so enjoying some time out of time; and as usual loving the light of Maine.
|Transom window at Sabbath Day Lake|
|From the fence at Sabbath Day Lake|
|The light at Sabbath Day Lake|