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Monhegan Island

July 10, 2003 by  

Reflections on Monhegan Island Maine: July 2003. Bruce and I arrive on Monhegan Island by boat. There are only two hotels and one restaurant. Artists have their brushes in hand and paint in a hand bucket. It’s mostly white canvas with soft pastel colors attempting to capture the ocean’s marriage with the rocks. I see the gallant sailboats in the distance. Otherwise, there’s so little to do, that you find yourself hiking every day and playing backgammon and chess when the fog and mist comes in. Leftovers go with us in a doubled clear plastic bag – grapes that have become sticky over the course of the day…..they cannot breathe. Cream cheese and hard bagles with a half bottle of Sterling Cabernet and Poland Spring water. Very white and very pure New Englanders surround us….heavy set middle aged men, the women are pale with brightly colored visors to protect their faces and hide the wear and tear of the last 25 years of their lives. We listened to the island foghorn for most of the night. It started at dawn and didn’t let up until we climbed out of bed. We learn at a much too early breakfast…

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