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.
Passing several light houses and historic forts, standing guard on smaller islands, our weekend destination is finally spotted in the distance. We ready our bags and descend onto new territory.
Visitors are greeted with brilliant colors from all angles. One resident informs us, later at the hotel bar, that no Republicans live on the island. Apparently most residents are musicians and artists. Obviously not struggling considering most beachfront cottages sell for $1.5 million.
No matter the political ties, these citizens are true Americans.
This cozy cottage near the dock, owned by my friend's boss, will be our weekend home.
We are greeted in style. You can tell a lot about a person by their boots.
Instantly I realize that I can call this place home.
What proves to be my weekend reading chair with an oceanic view.
Classic books & the color teal.

Afternoons are spent sipping wine and walking two chocolate labs on remote beaches. I could quickly acclimate myself to this lifestyle on a permanent basis, less the slobbery tennis ball caked in sand.
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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2 comments:
This is great, love peaks island. and flannel. nice wood stove!
Glad you like the post, come back for Part 2 - and be sure to tell all your outdoor friends about the site.
-Rhon
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