The Camping Season is Starting to Wind Down

     Sunday will be the first day of Autumn, but there is a definite chill in the air.  No longer do we try to find a place in the shade for Happy Hour.  Nor do we seek out a place in the lee of some big rig so that we can be out of the wind.  Now we look for a patch of sun that looks as if it will last a while.

     The picture was taken as the sun disappeared.  It is worth mentioning that this little community, with a daily changing membership, is not just a drinking party.  I could burden this blog with dozens of examples of how we have helped each other.
     Yesterday Durelle and Cindy drove south to renew relations with New Harbor and to join Durelle's cousins, Phyllis and Fred McKay for lunch at the Taste of Maine.  Along the way Cindy took a nice shot of the "salt pond".  This is a wonderful, whimsical creation of Mother Nature.  When you have a tide that spans eight to ten feet and there is a ring of rocks and seaweed that traps the high tide, there is created a "pond" that holds the water until the next high tide and an occasional lobster and/or haddock.  The pond warms up in the sunlight and is a comfortable place to relax after a day of hard work.

     This particular salt pond is known as the Rachel Carson Salt Pond.  It commemorates Rachel Carson who had a major impact on the conservation movement with the publication of Silent Spring.