Our first four days were sunny and unusually warm. Even so, we usually had the pool area to ourselves in the mornings and afternoons (aside from an innkeeper or two enjoying a dip). When other guests returned exhausted from their park exertions late in the day, we were ready for company. We caught up on the innkeepers' news; since there are six people on staff and we also get news about other guests we know, this takes a while. We ran into most of the locals we know on our brief forays into town for food.
A colleague from Boston and his partner were also spending the week up there. The connections between Boston and Mount Desert Island are many.
I met a couple from South Carolina who have their own ad agency. Since I used to work in a big Boston agency, we talked about the old days of the business and how much better it is to work for yourself.
We also met friendly people from D.C., Texas, and New York, and a retired doctor with a Yale degree who objected loudly and humorously to the university logo on my husband's baseball cap over breakfast one morning.
We did exert ourselves to visit Thuya Lodge and Garden, and we even looked in on Northeast and Bar Harbors. We spotted a deer. But we were always ready to zip right back to the pool.
In spite of all this lethargy, I found myself falling asleep around 9:30 and waking up a little after 6. I guess making conversation is more exhausting than I realized.
The last few days of our trip were foggy but still warm. There were no pink sunsets on the dock — the entire harbor was veiled in gray mist. It seemed even more pointless to hike a mountain trail or take a coastal walk at Seawall without the usual dramatic ocean and mountain views.
Yesterday on the drive home we stopped in Camden and Wiscasset, two busy coastal towns where I hope to spend more time someday. When my phone is fixed and I can get my photos onto my laptop, I hope to post some photos of Camden along with a few last photos of Connie's kittens, since we visited them on the drive up last week. They are waiting to find adoptive families at the shelter now, and little Frasier has already gone to his new home.