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The husband and I like to jump in the car and take day trips to explore our beautiful state of Maine.
The rugged rocky coast? Yes.
Quirky little fishing villages? Sure.
Museums, antique stores and breweries? Of course.
But every once in a while?
We find a spot that’s truly spectacular.
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One brave little chucker ventured out from under the barn to have a nosh with his mother.
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Okay, he stayed quite close to momma…
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But he’s still the only one we’ve seen out in the open.
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They’re silly critters at this age.
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And he was having a blast scampering all over the rock wall.
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There’s a big wide world out there to explore little guy….
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Enjoy!
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Who doesn’t love a lighthouse? Raise your hand.
If your hand is up, go sit in the corner while the rest of the nice people enjoy this post.
We didn’t have any luck exploring the first lighthouse we’d found since it was on private property, but hope springs eternal.
Decisions, decisions.
East Chop has a lighthouse?
Decision made.
Yay!
A lighthouse….
Boo… a gate that closed it to the public.
0 for 2, we headed to the next one. We’re nothing if not persistent.
Onward!
But apparently not that way.
In case you’re wondering? I’ll take that house, right there.
Oh, alright. I’ll take Idris Elba as well.
So… Gay Head Light.
We found it, parked down below and walked through the gate.
Then we saw it.
It…
And the gate that blocked the entrance to it.
May I just say…. WTF Martha’s Vineyard?
Strike 3. Okay, I give up.
There it is, a perfectly nice lighthouse.
I’m sure it was marvelous inside, not that we’ll ever know.
But the views of the Aquinnah Cliffs?
Admittedly, pretty wonderful.
Wind?
A wee bit.
Goodbye hairdo. Next trip to the Vineyard? I’m wearing a hat and never taking it off.
And because every vacation post must have rocks?
Rocks.
Rocks that mark the sight where the lighthouse originally stood.
Rocks.
Rocks with the late afternoon sun.
You’re welcome.
Talk about your out of the way tourist attraction.
Damn.
I kept directing the husband to drive and he kept thinking I was nuts. This place was in the back of beyond, on a dead end road, past a bunch of men with rifles taking target practice in their front yards.
Banjo music? A distinct possibility…
But once we found it, I was glad we persisted.
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME ROCKS? *she sings in her best Hank Williams Jr. voice, which admittedly… is pretty lame*
Rocks!
To be more specific… glacial melt water sculpted rocks.
And what fabulous rocks they were.
Seriously… these rocks rocked.
The forms, the shapes…
Can you imagine the force it took to do this to solid rock?
These were impressive rocks.
And even if you’re not an aficionado like me….
You have to admit, they’re some pretty special hunks of rock.
By the way…
The husband’s ongoing challenge?
Still going.
So to speak.
As so often happens in life, we came to a fork in the road.
Mind you, by this time we’d climbed 6,492,745 steps…. so the fact that the sign to the left said difficult route? Did not fill me with joy.
But ever the supportive wife, I let the husband decide which path we’d take. Thankfully his aching back and residual sciatica made him veer right, although the name Devil’s Turnpike didn’t inspire a lot of confidence as to it’s ease of use.
Husband explored more caves.
I photographed more trees and rocks.
And climbed more steps.
And then even more steps.
And then thought about all the steps I’d have to climb down when we were through.
Did I mention there were a lot of steps?
There were a lot of steps.
Okay, back to the rocks.
Why is there never a pogo stick around when you need one?
We walked past rocks, over rocks, through rocks….
And occasionally under rocks.
While praying silently for the ground to be earthquake free.
Yeah, thanks for that helpful factoid.
As the husband climbed the Devil’s Turnpike…..
And entered the next cave…
I took the path that had my name written all over it.
All day long baby…
I do give him credit though.
He’s still pretty limber for his age…
One final cave to go… and it was called the Lemon Squeeze.
Yours truly?
Yup. Every party has a pooper… and that day, it was me.
Oddly enough the Squeeze was the husband’s downfall. He couldn’t do it. Too small, too tight.
And you know if he got stuck? He was staying there…. because I wasn’t going in after him.
River's world..... 