It was a perfect day in Maine… crisp, clear and the water was calm. I stood out on the deck of the ferry for most of the ride and spoke with one of the boat hands about Telluride in the 1960’s! It is a small glorious world. We walked in the front door at 10am and the sun was just getting warm enough for a nap on the deck while Dad mowed the lawn. I loved laying in the chaise and hearing the rush of the water coming in through the mill race, the geese squawking, a faint chirp of the crickets, and the sound of the ferry horn announcing its arrival into the harbor.
I have loved being home.