Your tour guide, Evelyn Prentice -- "Evie"

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.

The artists have been busy all winter in Eastport, and now their work is starting to show up in the gallery windows. This lady is ready for her close-up, I think.

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.

This is looking east toward the Canadian island of Campobello. Beyond that lies the island of Grand Manan, after that comes Nova Scotia, and finally the Atlantic

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.

Speaking of food, this is the inside of the Moose Island Bakery. Of course, I would never recommend anything to my readers that I haven’t tried for myself, to make sure it’s OK.

 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.