The Coast of Maine

Sometimes listening to teenagers is a really good idea.  The teenage parking attendant at Chauncey Creek told us of a park to go to down the road, Fort Foster.  When we got there the man at the gate had a wicked thick Maine accent which sounded (in rough translation) like he was assuring us that it was well worth the $10 fee to go in the park.

He was right.

It was an amazing place, the water was chilly and dark, and free of people.

There was a lighthouse.

There was rain.

There was an old wooden pier.


Isabelle  (and her poison ivy)

Alexandra (and her flowers)

Thank you nice teenager.


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