Earlier this month, after weeks of house guests and performances, Bill and I boarded a ferry in Blacks Harbour, New Brunswick, for an hour-and-a-half ride to Grand Manan Island. Although one can see its majestic tall cliffs from the coast of Maine it is actually part of Canada. The area is home to many species of birds, whales, seals and the like. About twenty miles long, Grand Manan was once a thriving hub of fishermen and dulce harvesters. But now the two thousand or so hospitable and friendly inhabitants just try to get by however they can.
The east side of the island is mostly beach and marsh. Our simple housekeeping cottage looked out over a scene much like the above. We had happy hour on a bench near the water every evening and watched the ferry come and go.
We explored by car and foot for two days, ate simply and rested. There are many spectacular hiking trails, an interesting museum and a few shops. It was exactly what I needed.
Each time I come back from a vacation such as this (even though it was short) I wonder why do I work so much? The simple answer is we need the money for recurring living expenses and retirement. And I keep trying to figure out how to lower those expenses so that I can have more time. I want that desperately yet there's no easy answer.
We are planning a return trip to Grand Manan next summer, for a week.