Tag: Acadia National Park

Turkey Tracks: Back to the Blog

Turkey Tracks:  August 12, 2013

Back to the Blog

 

Hi Folks!

I’ve missed you all and hope you have missed me!

My oldest son brought the two oldest grandchildren, Bo and Kelly, to Maine on July 20th and returned to Charleston to the rest of his family.  The boys attended a sailing camp here in the mornings and “Camp Lovey” in the afternoons and evenings.

boys sailing, July 2013

While Mike was here I showed him the way to Acadia.  Here are the boys at the top of Cadillac Mountain–with its 360-degree views of the coast and land.

Kelly at Cadillac Mtn, July 2013

Here’s Kelly jumping fissures in the rocks:

Kelly, Acadia, July 2013

During Camp Lovey I had a blast with them–and I think they had fun with me.  We swam, kayaked, played games (they learned how to play Hearts with me), watched movies, and cooked a lot of good food.  We were somewhat challenged by the weather as we’ve had a really cool and rainy summer.

We had one nice kayak trip on the river–during which Kelly ran into a bank of bushes and saw a wolf snarling at him.  We determined that he’d seen either a coyote or a very large grey fox–the latter has been seen along that side of the river all summer.  Kelly learned to paddle a whole lot better after that incident.

Mike returned with Tami and the girls (Talula and Mina), and they spent a little over a week.  We went out to Monhegan Island to celebrate Great Aunt Maryann’s birthday–and to remember John’s.  But that’s a tale for another day.

 

 

 

Turkey Tracks: Sunrise on Mount Desert, From Isle Au Haut

Turkey Tracks:  May 6, 2010

Sunrise on Mount Desert, From Isle Au Haut

I’ve been working on two small art quilts that will hang in our newly painted bedroom.  I’ve finished this one:  Mount Desert From Isle Au Haut. 

 

 

Mount Desert is Acadia National Park near Bar Harbor, Maine, and it is one of the most beautiful places on this earth.  The highest mountain is Cadillac Mountain.   Mount Desert is pronounced “dessert,” like a sweet.  The first time I heard this pronouncement I thought the person saying it was making a mistake.   Instead, I just didn’t know–which is not unusual.  I have always read so much that I know many words by sight, but have, often, not actually heard them pronounced.  They exist in my brain in an alternate universe.   

Isle Au Haut, or High Island, is where Linda Greenlaw lobsters.  You remember her, right?  She was the woman long-boat captain in THE PERFECT STORM.  She still lobsters I think.  But she also writes books.  Her mother is a famous cook on Isle Au Haut and in the region.  Linda and her mother wrote a cookbook together. 

John and I visited Isle Au Haut for our son Bryan’s 40th birthday celebration–a visit planned by his wife, Corinne.  One goes to the island on the mail boat, and we went out in a storm, which was quite exciting.  The only cars on the island are old ones, so everyone bikes and hikes around and, occasionally, get rides from local people with cars.  Berries grow wild, and the air smells so sweet.  It’s a magic place.  We stayed at the Inn at Isle Au Haut, and the view in the quilt is from the inn’s dock.      

The companion piece pictures the Blue Moon we had in December 2009.  The moon is rising over the Camden Hills and Megunticook Lake.  It is almost done.  But, with the early spring, I’ve been out in the yard a lot and have not quilted very much.