Slept on an old farmhouse porch in my tent last night. Rain poured. Went for a morning walk. Ate about a pound of blueberries from a barren I found. Found an old apple orchard that looked like a mountain, the trees had grown so close together they had grown into each other. Slipped down an embankment almost fell into the water. Luckily it was low tide 😂found a random gravesite nowhere near anything else 🙄went back to my tent and napped!
My hangout for the day. Just swam for a bit. Now I'm going to relax and read my Millay poetry and bask in the glory of Robert McCloskey country. I'm on Little Deer Isle where he based most of his books. So magical!