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Day 20
Wet, misty, foggy morning. After breaking camp I went by this:

Route 1 is the road on the left. I had to at least get a few pictures of this, so I drove around the lot doing so, intending to not stop. It was early Sunday morning yet and it didn't seem open, though there was a vehicle there, and it was a tourist shop, which I don't bother with much anyway, other than pics from the outside. I was ready to head back out on Route 1 then noticed the coffee sign. So I parked and as I approached the door the open sign said 10 AM and it was only a little after 9. But I tried the door anyway and it was open. One person was working inside, we chatted, not the owner I learned. But she had just made coffee so I helped myself to a cup and looked around. I started reading an article from the Wall Street Journal that was in a frame on the counter, all about this place. The owner then came in, and to shorten this a bit, I stayed till after 10:30! A great time talking with Marie (the owner), Akiko (the employee, a young Japanese woman going to college here and a former student of Marie's) and with Dell, Marie's husband and co-owner and long-time blueberry farmer and researcher. I could go on and on about the talk - blueberries, haiku and haibun, politics, nature, Passamaquoddy natives, the old ways, poetry, building the geodesic dome blueberry. I could have stayed all day. But I had places to go and they had customers rolling in - they just opened for the season two days earlier. Oh, I did have a wonderful, hot just-made blueberry muffin! I gave Akiko a copy of my haibun book,"Twenty Days on Route 20" and Marie and Dell my "Never Stop Asking for Poems" selected works. I left with two copies of "St. Croix Cuisine" a small cookbook, put together by Marie's World Food History Class at Washington County Community College. It commemorates the 400th anniversary of the settlement of St. Croix Island (more on that coming up on Day 21.) The book includes a lot of information on wild foods and medicines and is a real treasure. I also left with an invite to come back and visit more when back this way. Marie and Dell have a big Wild Blueberry farm and an extra cabin on the property. I'll definitely be back, there's a lot more to talk about.

Getting the muffins ready.
Marie, Dell, Akiko and the geodesic frame in the background.
Interesting angles.
Ok, the next group of pics are all from a hike I took at West Quoddy State Park, the easternmost point in the US. It was misty, wet, foggy and just perfect weather for a hike in this rain-forest-like (not really a rain forest but certainly a damp environment) edge-of-the-continent place. I ended up hiking most of the trails, over 4 miles, through woods, bog and 2 miles along the coast. Totally soaked to the bone, I enjoyed every minute of this hike. Never saw another person while hiking.
Lush moss covered forest floor.
Pitcher plants again
in damp seaside woods
old man's beard lichen on tree
image of myself
Low tide.
Simple beauty.
Rugged beauty.
Spruce tree loaded with cones.
Ghost forest.
Been to the southernmost point in Maine and now the easternmost in Maine and US.
West Quoddy Head Lighthouse. This is the third one at this spot, built in 1857.
The light
Lubec, with Campobello Island in the background, hidden in fog.
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