While Dawn wasn't able to move farther "downeast" with us, Stephanie and I pushed on the next morning.
And we were wonderfully rewarded. The view and the company and the food were fabulous.
We started on the ocean side with Martha and the history of the site. It's really beautiful.
We spent time on the deck. Sandy was way too funny -- joking that Pablo Neruda played 2nd base for the Giants and then when Stephanie apologized for not having recently read Homer (as we talked about ekphrastic art), Sandly patted her on the keen and assured her she was among friends.
Martha had just written her first guest blog post -- combining her thoughts with Sandy's photos from their trip to the South Pole.
Sandy's workshop (which she and Martha built) is incredible. They also built the extension on their house.
So lovely. And then we started our 5 hour drives home, stopping to get gas and have dinner together. When I spied all these blue gloves, I dragged Stef back into the gas station to help clarify why . . . of course, when you're in a fishing town you'll need fishing gloves.