Hello again from Sarah Graves, in Eastport, Maine where the storm did not do much of anything. A little wind, a little rain, a few blown-away tarps. Really, if you’re going to spend tarp money you might as well let the boatyard shrink-wrap it in blue plastic, at least according to the boatyard. And when I was out there today I did not see any torn blue shrink-wrap, just nice tight stuff, so I guess they know.
Eastport on a cloudy day in November has its own kind of glamor, but I’d be lying if I said it was the easy, flashy stuff mid-summer tosses around. For one thing you’ve got to be dressed in layers just to get out there and appreciate it, and I’m not sure I know anyone who finds it easiest to fall in love while dressed in layers. On the other hand, the fact that Eastport does manage to impress even on a grey day says something for it.
One good thing about cooler temperatures is that the dog likes them. Instead of dragging behind on our walks, she’s now out front. Being in Eastport for a year has helped; last year at this time Evelyn was a terrified blob of yellow protoplasm and not much more. There’s nothing like the lap of luxury plus the devotion of not one but two human beings, however, to improve a dog’s belief that maybe things will be okay after all. Or so Evelyn seems to feel.
Most of the restaurants in town are still open, even though most of the tourists are gone. The Pickled Herring plans to open Fridays and Saturdays through New Year’s, which means I’ll be able to get their black bean cakes with garlic mashed potatoes, maple baked yams, and locally-grown green salad a few more times. Ditto for the Liberty Cafe (gyros, souvlaki, moussaka) and for Bank Square Pizza (authentic Mexican: rice & beans w/a taquito, anyone?). But Eastport Lobster is closed for the season so no more lobster rolls outside until next year.
Really, we are on the edge of winter. These last terribly vivid colors are like distress flags from the summer that’s gone. Nothing for it, then, but to put out one foot and then the other, tentatively at first but getting the hang of it again after a while as we always do.