A Maine classic, the dune walk to the beach never ceases to be timeless perfection.
A fall weekend camping trip visually only, with oddly warm temperatures, far hotter than most August nights in Maine, it was in the 70s and humid. We made fires out of habit, but not the usual Maine chill, and could see our breath in the humid air.
An English Chocolate Lab, Buddy’s begging face, or rather his adorable resting face, is an impressive display of huge bear like cuteness, even when he is wreaking puppy havoc, like licking a stick of butter he pulled down like a popsicle.
Our campsite in Hermit Island, chosen at twilight, out of semi-desperation in a rapidly filling campground turned out to be fairly solid. Bug free in early October, the Lily Pond was a great view and the ocean waves sounded clearly over the dunes.
Christine and Koda take a break from the fire to refuel.
In the darkness of the campground Mia's begging face appeared more terrifying than cute, an attempt at Halloween hypnotization.
Sadly, for dog weekend enthusiasts the rain came in hard, but the human's still showed up at the Kelp Shack and Store on time, the dogs appeared less psyched.
Mia in walking the dock in Cundy Harbor like the old salt she has become.
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