Our last full day on Deer Isle, and what did we do? We left Deer Isle. But, that comes later. First we made ourselves some eggs and spent a few hours writing. Mom has been working on her parenting book, and making really good headway with a new approach to the first chapter that I think is really great.
I'm working on my 2003 NaNoWriMo project, which may or may not see the light of day on this blog at some time, so I won't talk much about it here.
We drove into Blue Hill to have lunch and look around. Despite stopping and using the wireless at their library there, we didn't see the town much. We ate at a nice place called the Wescott Forge. I had a delicious pumpkin soup with caramelized onions and a chicken salad sandwich with homemade potato chips. Some of the best food yet!
We wandered to a few bookstores (new stuff--which doesn't hold my interest here, but I did pick up a NY Times at one place to at least help support indy bookstores), a few art galleries (one of which had bronze castings of Indians doing the romantic kind of Indian things we conquistadors like to imagine them doing. I noticed the editions of 9-15 were almost all sold out at $20k a pop) and antique stores. I love going to antique stores here, because they all have a section of antiquarian books. So, I made a beeline for the closet of books, and when I stepped in realized I was in a private office, and all the books were for antiques reference. Oops!
We spent some time at the Blue Hill Library (nearly good enough reason to move here in of itself) and then headed back to Deer Isle.
There is Deer Isle, and little Deer Isle, which is named so not because of the size of the fauna (no pun intended), but because of the size of the island. To get to little deer isle you pass over a fantastic old suspension bridge. It's like a great mechanical mythological creature whose spine you ascend and descend over. At one gallery, I found a shirt that pictured the bridge from a woodcut reproduction and couldn't resist getting it. I also bought a little woodcut for the wall at home.
We ate dinner and went to bed a decent hour--tomorrow we're outta here!
Posted by: Martin McClellan
On the date of: September 14, 2005 04:33 PM