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No commentary, I’m just going to post these photos taken from our front porch the other night.
Enjoy the sunset.
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No commentary, I’m just going to post these photos taken from our front porch the other night.
Enjoy the sunset.
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There’s always something beautiful to see when you live in the country.
Last night?
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It was a gloriously pink sky.
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A sailor’s delight for sure.
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But I liked it too.
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There are a lot of reasons we love living in this house.
It’s in the fabulous state of Maine.
It’s in a small town in the country.
It’s surrounded by good neighbors, as well as horses, goats and chickens.
It has enough elbow room so we don’t have to see those neighbors unless we want to.
It has a steady parade of visiting wildlife.
But best of all?
We have perfect sunrises out the back windows and perfect sunsets out the front.
And when you wake up to this?
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It’s hard to find fault with your world.
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Good morning!
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❤️
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Nothing earth shattering today, just wanted to share a few recent photos of my glorious Maine.
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The first three are from a friend on the Island I moved to when I was 14.
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The sunsets are hard to beat.
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This last shot is from my current town, shared by a resident during a recent storm.
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We have marvelous sunsets at our house and while I try not to bore everyone with constant photos…
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Sometimes I just have to share.
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The sky was on fire.
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And if my porch furniture cushions ever come back from the seamstress who’s recovering them..
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I could enjoy more stationary viewing.
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Everywhere I looked?
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Glorious.
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Our resident skunk who visits nightly.
Like everything else around here, he’s ass backwards with a black striped tail and white tip.
Regardless, he’s still a little stinker… and if the tip goes up?
Run.
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Two CH-53E Marine Corps choppers flying over our backyard during some rare state of Maine training.
We lived in the flight pattern of these babies down south when my husband was active duty, and trust me, when they go by? You feel it.
As does your house.. because everything that isn’t nailed down rattles.
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The sunset up the road from our house the other night.
You may ooh and ah at will.
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A sign I bought for the husband’s future barn bar.
Beer.
Making friends more interesting for centuries.
Fog is such an ethereal thing…. and for me, it’s usually hard to capture a good photograph.

But the other evening I looked out our front door….

And the strangest low lying patch of fog had enveloped our farming neighbors.

We had none at our house across the street.

But theirs was impressive.

And as the sun started to set…..

The colors began to change.

Orange and yellow fog.

A beautiful sight.
In case you haven’t already guessed, there was not a single wine filter gift to be had in the entire state of Virginia…. so the only thing left to do was drown my sorrows at the Yorktown Pub.

This unassuming little place got great reviews and had been recommended to us by numerous people so we gave it a try.

While it’s definitely a no frills local hangout….

The riverfront views were lovely.

The feral cats were friendly….

Plentiful, and well fed by the bar owners and staff.

And while the cocktail list was basic?

The drinks were tasty, potent and cheap.

What more can a girl ask?

Good food.
The husband’s weird combination of chicken fingers and mixed veggies looked odd but he was happy with it…. and my fried shrimp were quite honestly the best I’ve had in years. Fresh, juicy, and perfectly cooked with a light crisp batter. Add homemade tartar sauce, some marvelous fries and another cocktail?

And River was a happy camper.

Long live beer diversity!

And cheap meals.

Since the sun was setting…

We took a stroll along the water.

Hand in hand…

Enjoying the scenery…

And the non traditional ways we choose to spend the holidays.

Different places.

Different sights.

Different sounds.

Different experiences.

And never a dull moment.
Granted, it’s not Rome.
But Manteo, North Carolina has an interesting history all it’s own.

Manteo is located on Roanoke Island, site of the famous Lost Colony.
A very brief history is here.
Living in North Carolina you encounter cities, towns, streets, schools, sports teams, forests, streams, hospitals etc. etc. with the names Raleigh, Virginia Dare and Croatan. Do we know for certain what happened to those early colonists?
No, we do not.
But after visiting this National Park, reading the history and having one extremely long conversation with a Park Ranger…. I wondered why it was a mystery at all.

We stood at the exact site of that early fort.

Granted, there wasn’t much to see.

A few humpa humpas and a sign.

There was also a squirrel with a very large nut, but I’m guessing he wasn’t an original 16th century squirrel.

Walking around the park we did find a theater where they hold seasonal plays.

Weird diving board not withstanding…

It didn’t hold our attention for long…..

Even with the interesting tree branches….

And lovely old live oaks.

Back at the visitor center I learned the whole story and basically, it goes like this.
The first English settlers arrived in 1585. They were a military group sent by Sir Walter Raleigh to colonize the New World. They built a fort, the effort failed, they returned to England.

The second group of settlers landed in 1587. This consisted of approx 120 men, women and children. They figured they would fish for food…. but none of them were fishermen. Great plan!They met friendly Indians who totally supported and fed them for 2 years until a drought in the 3rd year left the Indians barely enough to feed themselves. The English were ticked off that the gravy train had run out, so they slaughtered the chief and stole his food. Thus ending the friendly relationship with the native population.

Disease, famine, and a harsh winter all took their toll. When Governor John White sailed back to England for supplies, he had no idea a war with Spain was about to start…. and didn’t make it back for 3 years. When he returned, the colony was deserted. The only clue? The word Cro scratched into a tree and Croatan scratched into a post.

Did the Indians kill all the colonists? Maybe… but I doubt it.
The Croatan were a local tribe with a history of assimilating other peoples into their society. Later English settlers spoke of meeting blue eyed Indians.
Where’s the mystery? Sick and starving, the remaining colonists set out to find the friendly Indians and scratched Croatan as a message to those who followed.
Blue eyed natives?
What do you think they were doing for those 3 years.

See? There are memes about it…
It must be true.

Anyway…. the visitor center had some interesting items.
And I adore old maps. This way there be monsters….

Liz was there.

As was Walt….
But how about that ceiling?

Made my neck hurt just thinking about painting it.

And the walls?

Were not just any old walls.

Yes, I’m really blogging about walls.
Just go with it.

A pineapple…

And a flying fish (painted by none other than Governor John White, the only unlost member of the Lost Colony) later…..

We left Roanoke.

Drove back through the Outer Banks…

Just in time for me to try and snap some sunset pics at 85mph.

That didn’t work well.

But the sun was perfectly poised on the horizon…

As we went over the bridge…

And headed back to the mainland.
Two hours into the 3 hour trip back we stopped at Cracker Barrel for a quick dinner. You’ve all been there, no pictures required.

But country fried turkey? Definitely reminded me we were in the south.
They’ll fry anything!

Last photo of the day is that weirdo building in Virginia I asked about previously.
Although this time it was quite colorful as we went by.
Martha’s Vineyard is lovely.

An oasis of windswept rugged shores…

Small fishing communities…

And marshlands.
But the sun was going down and there was still too much left to see! The husband told me we had enough daylight for one more site, so I knew it had to be Oak Bluffs.

Everyone we spoke to recommended we go there and see the marvelous Victorians, so we did.

Not really sure where we were going, or where they actually were, we found a narrow street…

And a few rows of small houses. Yes, they were cute…. but I figured that couldn’t be what all the fuss was about.

And then we turned a corner.
And the houses got larger.

And larger.

And larger.

And larger still.

In a word?

Stunning.

One after another, lined up facing the ocean.

It was quite impressive.

Naturally, I’m hanging out the window like a crazed canine clicking away, taking pictures of as many as I can.

Pretty close.
Just imagine her holding an iPhone….

I wanted to get out and walk but the husband was having none of it.

Yes, the day was ending….

But… but…
I know I didn’t photograph them all!
( It wasn’t until I returned home and did a little research that I realized we had missed the most famous part! Next time. )

Sun setting…

We headed back to the ferry….

And got ready to say goodbye to the beautiful Vineyard.