Stones mark the way down.
Climbing in to the clouds.
We could see our house from here! The town of Bar Harbor, and Bar Island, which is only accessible at low tide.
Sister and I at the Summit
sounds like a wonderful journey! We baste in the heat, ourselves. there's a kind of zen to that, I suppose, but it's an oppressive sort.welcome back! (:
sounds like a wonderful journey! We baste in the heat, ourselves. there's a kind of zen to that, I suppose, but it's an oppressive sort.
ReplyDeletewelcome back! (: