Maine. Back Woods.

Lobster Lake is a wilderness lake north and east of Greenville, Maine.

After five or so hours to Greenville, it takes two slow hours on logging roads to get there. 

Once there, it is the quietest place on earth.

The hum of the gas light, a walk under a sky full of stars at night remind me that I am really far away from civilization. Plunging into cool lake water when ever it gets too hot reminds me of my childhood on Lake Memphremagog.

Loons on the lake, water lapping against the shore, wind.

That's about it.

We had a great week and there was an added bonus; no mosquitoes this year due to dry weather and at home it was up to 100 degrees.

Maine. First stop Macmahan Island.

What is a visit to Macmahan without a photo on the steps?

We had a great time with Margaret and Mason.

Sorry about the sun in your eyes, Mason. But I was so proud of how you and Margaret were welcoming to Calley that I wanted you to have a picture of her with Uncle David!

The View.

Some things don't change.

Look what I found in the Mouse House.

 Lucy informed me that my mother had once given her a painting. So I went to find it.

I had never seen this lovely still life, dated and signed.

It looked just right on the wall of this little cabin where I know Mom and Dad stayed when they visited the Kempers so long ago.

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