So the sun DOES shine in Maine.
The second week is already looking up. The sun shone almost all day Saturday, and the temperature actually reached 70. Glory hallelujah. In Maine, that’s tank top weather. As long as you have a sweatshirt along for backup.
Hub and I set out first thing in the morning with D to hike Blue Hill Mountain. We made a few pit stops along the way — one to grab a latte at our coffee shop, and another to purchase some sensible hike-worthy shoes. Guess who forgot to pack her sneakers? I won’t be living THAT one down anytime soon. I picked out some rugged Keen sandals. They aren’t exactly my M.O. but they got the job done. Hey, any excuse to shop, right?
We made it to the top with only minimal huffing and puffing. We wasted no time dropping to the ground
to catch our breath to take in the scenery.
Afterwards we were ready for some sustenance, so we made our way over to Castine, one of the most gracious towns on the east coast and our favorite Midcoast haunt. We always drive around and fantasize about living in one of the gorgeous mansions gracing the coast.
Sunday morning we woke to fog so thick we couldn’t even see the lake. Fortunately it burned off in time for our family reunion on the coast, and we had a beautiful afternoon. My aunt, a.k.a. Midlife Mom, and I wasted no time whipping out our cameras, faithful bloggers that we are.
After feasting on seafood and visiting with our relatives, we returned to the lake to a gorgeous evening. Here’s hoping the good weather holds out for the rest of the week.