Sunday:Monson, Abbot & Dover-Foxcroft

The entrance toour new home, I like the big farm in the background.

Little town called Guiford has this white building that crosses the river. Hope to get a better picture later.

We were sitting outside the Monsoon Community church trying to decide whether to go in or not,when these hikers walked by the car, "Heading for the AT trail head?" Is our standard question. They were. So we loaded them in and set them on the AT. They are from Tennessee.

I fell for this old log house. I wonder the stoies it could tell. It is now so grown up, I could barely see it. But I love it.

Something there as about a car! to paraphrase the Poet Robert Frost. This is a 1939 Buick in Dover-foxcroft, Maine. (We stopped because 1939 is the year me and this buick were born).

Don't you just love covered bridges. It was years before I realized there was a reason for a covered bridge, Up here the snow and ice would have made crossing a bridge impossible in the winter.

Naturally we had to drive thru it. paved on one end and gravel on the other, for us tourists.

Back home after church in Dover Foxcroft. We stopped by and picked up FOUR lobsta rolls they were good, but not as good as the tomato sandwiches (samiggies) you smart alecks have been telling about.

Well we may hike some tomorrow. Sherry is saying her feet are doing good. I have been massaging her feet and .... feet every night. Of course as a Doctor, my instructions are to step into the other room and remove all your clothes!!!! One day it will work, I a pretty determined guy. Doctors don't come cheap you know, we expect some renumeration, and i am into bartering.

Enough. Glad you came by.

Nite Shipslog

PS:
Even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

And then some never suffer alone, we inflict pain to have company!!