Saturday, 11 August 2018
I suddenly realized this morning that I still haven't seen a very great deal of the part of Maine's coast they call Down East and time's moving on.
I spent the morning trying to figure out where I wanted to go and could afford to go - those sometimes being mutually exclusive - and now have reservations and plans until next weekend. Two different places I talked to were distracted by having a daughter being married this afternoon. I guess mid-August is when you get married in Maine.
This is such a pleasant campground that I'm having the same trouble leaving here that I did George's campground in Grand Isle. Until a little while ago there were no children here at all, which is good for Gracie, but now a family has come in. With a ball. That poor pathetic dog. One of the nice things about this place is the nearly constant breeze, which means far far fewer insects than anywhere else.
The campground - which bills itself as being the farthest east campground in the US (and may be) - is on Johnson Bay, which opens to the Bay of Fundy, which is well-known for having the highest tides in the world. This bay shows some of that tidal action, though I forgot to take photos until the dramatics of it isn't as dramatic as in real life.
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| mid-tide |
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| low tide |
The name Sunset Point is accurate billing, for a change. I didn't notice how stunning the sunset was until I was walking the dogs, and Gracie had to be dragged for about half the walk because she suddenly decided she was afraid of something (even though we'd gone that route 4 previous times earlier without a flinch), and Dexter had to be dragged away from the other dogs who he wanted to play with and when I wouldn't let him he tried to play with Gracie instead who was busy being completely freaked out . . . it can really be a mess sometimes. Anyway, the sunset had nearly gone by the time I got them back to the RV and got my camera. Here's what was left of it.
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