Shelter along path to Thuya Gardens.
Steps on the path, Asticou Hill, leading to the gardens.
Tree in fog from the path.
Thuya Lodge, at the top of the path just before the gardens.
I walked in and started talking with a woman inside. As we conversed a bit she exclaimed, "Your Michael, aren't you?" She was Marilyn, the librarian from Calais, the end of my journey over 100 miles from here! I'll be giving a reading there and then heading back home the following day. Her twin sister is the docent for the Lodge. Another example of how small this world is.
The Lodge is rustic and elegant, as the next few pictures will show. Built in the early 1900s it is preserved nearly as it was when Joseph Curtis died in the 1920s.
The elegant. A "Boulle" desk, made by French Cabinet maker Andre Charles Boulle in the early 1700s. Tortoise shell inlay. This style of decorative furniture became known as "Boulle Work."
The rustic (though still elegant I suppose.) Another Clarion wood cookstove, the second one I've seen on this journey, the first being at Chimney Farm. The Clarion was mentioned in some of Marshall Dodge's "Bert and I" stories.
A small part of Thuya Gardens.
Back out into the wild. Along Hunter's Beach trail.
Striped Maple, also known as Moosewood, in bloom.
Along the trail. Fog hung around all day. Great atmosphere.
At the beach. Hunter's Beach is not a sand beach, but a small rocky cove set away by rocky cliffs on either side. I always enjoy a hike to the beach, especially when no one else is there, which was the case this time.
Butter and eggs in bloom among the stones. A bit of brightness amidst the gray.
I had an idea to take off on Robert Henri's 25 "Impressions" in four days on Monhegan Island (See Day 11) and write 25 quick-sketched poems at Acadia. I've written 5 so far.
Hunter's Brook dead ends
a pool of beach rock
fifty feet from sea
fifty feet from waves
lapping on round boulders.
Yet, looking closely
water seeps through barrier
softly flows around boulders
seeping from dead end pool
to where it longs to be