Hello again from Sarah Graves, writing to you from the nation’s easternmost — and muddiest — city, Eastport, Maine. You already know what mud looks like, though, so today I thought I’d show you a few other locations on Moose Island, ones your feet won’t get stuck in (though your heart might).
Now that the snow and ice are mostly gone and the sun is a lot higher in the sky, the view south is scenic again, instead of scary. The house hidden in the trees out on that point would be a great place for a locked room mystery, I think.
The idea of recreational boating is beginning to sound good to me again, too. The boats here are mostly work boats, and they go out in just about any weather. If the fisherman is not so coated in ice that he can’t move, then he can fish, is the general rule.
One reason I enjoy participating in this blog is that it gives me an excuse to wander around the island taking pictures. Looking at things through the lens of a camera is a way of seeing them for the first time all over again.
Eastport’s Water Street is beginning to wake up. You can get souvlaki, cappucino, a swim suit, a loaf of bread, a slice of carrot cake, or an electric drill, here. Also: pet food! The astonishing luxury of this can only be properly appreciated by persons who live on islands, I think. And by that I don’t mean Peak’s.
And with that I must leave you. Books to write and so on, you know. You’re just going to have to take my word for it about the mud. Over the years we’ve kept pouring gravel and sand into our driveway, so you don’t quite sink to your ankles in it anymore. And around about June things will dry out, so they will feel the way this final photograph looks.