We load onto the boat with five seconds to spare before the air horn sounds and the gate closes. The mercury is peaking at 63 degrees; we head to the top deck. It's strange to think that two weeks ago I was ice fishing. They say if you don't like the weather in Maine - wait a minute.
The island is quiet - no traffic and few sightseers. The waves come rolling in, slapping against the coast, as evening arrives. We plop ourselves down on the beach to enjoy an amazing sunset. The sun glimmering off the hull of the boat. We stare back towards the city we just came from - contemplating if we'll ever go back....
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