Today was the middle day of the annual Harborfest in downtown Belfast. There were arts, music, boat-building (and racing) and lots of entertaining festivities. We didn't go. Instead, we relaxed, had a great breakfast and watched the changing harbor. Part of that decision was driven by our faithful pup, Baxter. Almost overnight he developed a "hotspot" on his throat. The vet did a nice job of shaving the area, washing it with alcohol, giving him a shot of cortisone, an oral antibiotic and some prednisone. He has been pretty quiet, but one of us stays with him so that he doesn't start scratching it.
As a result, we had to decline when the Dunns and the Roths invited us to join them for supper at the "Whale's Tooth" in Lincolnville Beach. Fortunately, Ann brought us back a serving of their tomato/basil soup and a fish chowder.
Durelle and I took separate walks as the other stayed with Baxter. The sun setting behind us gave Penobscot Bay a gentle hue.
There are all sorts of tweaks that can be made to digital pictures. This has none of them.
The second picture is a view to the northeast at low tide. There is at least a hundred yards of beach that is exposed at low tide. It ain't sand, but it does expose some nice rockweed covered rocks that always yield a nice harvest of mussels.
Durelle and I took turns with our evening walks. In both cases we stopped to visit with fellow campers. Sometimes the gentle life is all you need.