Today began like every other day – I opened my eyes and looked at my watch to see if I should get up or try to back to sleep. And then I got up and went for a run (I cut out all the boring stuff in between, which normally I try to do but am not always successful at).

And then it was like no other day. We loaded up and headed to Portland where we got on a boat – we’ve had many great boat rides on vacation – and headed to Peaks island.

They modified boarding for COVID according to another rider. The passengers used to line up and they took your ticket; but now they just have a bucket to drop your ticket in so no one has to touch it. Instead of waiting and walking onboard in a well spaced line there is just a tight mass all wanting a good seat, but their staff doesn’t have to touch your unclean ticket.

After a brief consultation with a convenient map on the island, remember the whole point was the boat ride itself so we didn’t know a thing about Peaks Island (we literally sailed into the unknown), we walked by the nature preserve across to the ocean side to clamber around on the rocks and admire the view. Then we took the longer way back, around the coast admiring the view even more. Lunch even had an ocean view – we were just lucky the island was as pretty as it was, although Erin thought the garbage transfer station conveniently located in the nature preserve lacked charm.

After the boat ride back to Portland we drove to Fort Williams and the Portland Head Light AKA an old lighthouse. And then it was back to Yarmouth where we crossed over to Cousins Island and Sandy Point Beach where the tide was coming in and the beach was visibly shrinking. The Airbnb owner has a page with the tide schedule and a hand written note at the bottom that the Sandy Point Bridge is awesome at low tide, but really it’s the beach when the tide is coming in.

That was the end of novelty and normalcy returned in the form of laundry. I don’t have to turn my underwear inside out anymore – ok that’s a joke. We’re good for another week, which means we will have to launder again or go commando.

And on that bombshell we’ll end today’s ramble.

Today’s boat ride selfie (sort of selfie since Erin took it).
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main. For some reason they look like toys, but those are real sailing ships on the ocean.
Peakes was a beautiful island, wildflowers and roses everywhere, not to mention ocean views.
My better half after a good clamber.
A real selfie this time, with British smiles this time.
A real selfie this time, with British smiles this time.
Sandy point beach when we got there.
Sandy point beach 20 to 30 minutes later, when we left.
The view from our lunch table. What did you expect, a picture of our food?