[The last Maine vacation post…I promise]
    
We have stayed on Monhegan Island a few times in past, but this time we had to be content with being daytrippers. The year round population on Monhegan is about 65. In the summer it is an artist colony that used to host the likes of Rockwell Kent and Marsden Hartley.

The  ferry to Monhegan leaves out of Port Clyde.

Lucy did not like the gangplank. Thakfully her life preserver had a handle.

Traffic jam.

This is the busiest road on Monhegan.

Even the “Less Drowsy” formula of Dramamine makes me sleepy.

The weather could not have been more beautiful.

Lucy literally fell asleep with her head resting in this woman’s hand. Thankfully the woman had been cooing over Lucy all day and couldn’t have been happier.

 
John has a good eye for detail.

    
I normally don’t like fancy copies of books but when I saw these illustrated editions I couldn’t resist.

    
Although we could have gotten mussels right off the rocks near our cottage, we didn’t want to risk having GI issues so we bought these Canadian mussels from the Island Market. A little onion, garlic, wine, and parsley and you have the best broth known to humans. That is why you need lots of crusty bread to soak it up.

Picked up these lovelies at a bookstore on the mainland. Unfortunately I don’t remember the name. They are all mint and only $3 each.

According to the Bookselling in America and the World (which I also bought in Maine) this Walpole was the number two bestseller in the U.S. in 1928.

The cover on this one drew me in.

And if I end up liking the other one by Sharp, I will be glad to have purchased this one as well.



This pile of Shute also came from the mainland bookseller I don’t remember.





This one was published in the U.S. to serve as an example no doubt.





Yes, that’s a pig.



   
I mentioned how Sarah the painter/lurker gave me two books when I met her on Islesboro. Well one of them was a singed May Sarton. What an amazing gift.

Four more Sartons I found on vacation.

   
We experienced all kinds of weather while we were in Maine and all of it was better than the crazy heat and humidity of Washington, DC. Pretty much everyday the temperatures were about 30 degrees (F) cooler than they were in DC. The fog was quite lovely. It was wonderful to sit on the porch and read with these foggy views. There were some days were the fog condensed on the window screens.

   
The cozy cottage we rented in Maine is on Islesboro which is a 13 miles long island 30 minutes by ferry from Lincolnville. John Travolta has a house here (right across Sabbathday Harbor from our cottage) but he didn’t seem to be in residence while we were there.

You wouldn’t believe all the goodies behind this unassuming facade.

The lighthouse at the ferry landing.

The ferry coming in from Lincolnville.

This beautiful Episcopal church gives you some idea of the grand nature of the early development of the island.

  
I was going to wait a few days before I posted these but John has been away on business since Tuesday and he is missing Lucy. So this post is for him.
  
It is a wonder we got any photos of Maine on this vacation. All just a backdrop for Lucy (aka: Little Lulu, Lucinda, Lucy J. Prufrock, Pupsi, Honeybear, Chompers, etc.)

John and Lucy

I know where you live, squirrel.

Lucy was hell-bent on getting a bee. Thankfully she was never successful.

Lucy spots Ryder, the Golden Retriever from next door.

L’après-midi d’un faune

Just in case you aren’t convinced we took lots of pictures of Lucy.