island time

A forty minute ride on The Miss Lizzy from Stonington gets us to the "high island" passing the many islands of Merchant's Row in Penobscot Bay. Our family has been coming here for twenty years, with some summers off for travel to other places. This summer we returned to the island that does not change. We got off the  mailboat, walked up to get the truck and drove it down to the dock to load up the week's worth of food we had brought along with a few duffle bags. Life is simple here, you don't need much, but you do need to eat.

One thing you don't have to bring are lobsters. Plenty of them in Penobscot Bay and plenty of boats out checking traps. When Eliza and Zand came out to the island, a lobster dinner was in order! They went to the town pier at five pm, found Jason Barter on his boat and bought 4 lobsters that were a pound and half each. Dinner.

"The fish you eat today, spent the night in Penobscot Bay!"

                                                                Almost done

After a meal like that (lobster coma as it is known here in Maine), all you can do is sit on the porch and look at the view and await the sunset on this almost longest day of the year. Bon Appetit!