We applied the finishing touches to the Tram Engine House yesterday and it looks spiffy. Tim did more of the ladder work than I, but groundwork has its issues too.
While we sat on the porch with the last of our cocktails, a small city floated by.
Another popular way to leaf peep along the coast of Maine. Later, I saw another ship further off shore, both were headed downeast.
As long as it is moderately calm, lobster boats haul their traps. Last night at 03:00 there was a boat hauling traps, under the moonlight, a half mile south of the island. Maybe they had big plans for the daylight hours.
The Monarch butterflies remain in large numbers and I love when they fly in a loose swarm around me.
Now, I want you to make the sound of a plane buzzing close by; something like mmrroowww, or perhaps vrooom. This is what we heard as we made breakfast in the kitchen. We looked out and saw a small prop plane buzz our clothes line.
And of course, we’re just passing by too.
And the seagulls woke up. Here’s what we woke up to on our first morning. What can you expect living in a wildlife refuge. While reading the paper, we saw an otter slide under the back porch. Sadly a starling was drying out in the woodstove, before we lit it.
The cabin is quite cozy and in great condition. A lot of work has gone into it. We have a propane refrigerator and freezer, propane stove, instant hot water, a washer and dryer, a comfy bed or two, and a wood stove. I spent yesterday cleaning the interior while Tim cleaned the outside. We inspected all the fire extinguishers and smoke detectors on the island and got to know the surroundings a little better.
Our water tower is straight out of “Petticoat Junction” except there aren’t any bathing belles in it – I hope. We can’t drink it anyway.
We also made a first pass at cleaning bird poop off the dock. We later learned we don’t have to actually scrub it. Yippee! Nasty work. But it can get slippery.
We inspected the fleet and its fire extinguishers. The dodge truck has grass growing out of the floor mats. Actually seeded there, not growing up from the ground. Must not see a lot of use.
A new(er) truck is supposed to arrive by landing craft sometime this season. More bird posts are supposed to arrive as well to deter them from landing on the roof and clattering about like Santa’s reindeer.
The views are outstanding. Here’s the harbor side of our little cove.
And a Google satellite view of the island. Our cabin is in the lower third.
Tim was a lucky guy yesterday. I made pancakes, two loaves of bread and an apple pie. We’ll do a patrol today and should get some more shots but less baking.
Our departure is a month away and our thoughts point west to Alaska. I was googling Five Finger Lighthouse and came across this link about our temporary home.
Just when I have embarked on a regular running regimen, we head out to a three acre island. Three acres! 130,680 square feet or 361.5 x 361.5 feet! Oh my. That’s a lot of laps – 3.6 laps to run one mile. Luckily the island’s size doubles at low tide. I’ll have to watch out for slippery rocks.
We’ve asked the three most important questions: Is there internet service; is there cell phone service; and is there hot water? Happily, the answers are yes, yes and yes. There aren’t mosquitos or gnats but spiders were mentioned twice. Can’t be as bad as Australia’s huntsmen spiders. I hope.
We will miss prime boating season on Lake Champlain so yesterday we boarded our sailboat, Boreas, and headed up the Otter Creek in grey, misty weather to Vergennes, VT. We only hit one log in the water but this one is waiting to make the dive over the falls!
We could hear the falls before we saw them and I’m glad we approached from the downside.
It’s time to leave Seguin for the season.
Moonlight over Seguin
The Monarch butterflies are taking over the island and…
my socks are done!
Our last days are full of activity. The weather is exceptionally nice and visitors arrived by ferry, lobster boat and kayaks. Lobsterman are back to their traps after several days ashore because of bad weather. And we’re closing up the house. In an effort to preserve our clothing, we were removing some things from the house, naked. We thought all visitors had left. Nope, new ones arrived. They didn’t run off so they could not have seen anything. Could they? They even offered to help.
Visitors heading off
Kayakers heading in
Household items heading below
Tim was in a glory because we had a scheduled burn in the cove below the tide line. He built a great little structure, burnt his New Yorkers as starter and the construction debris went up in flames and smoke. We called the fire department before we started, to prevent them from thinking the island was on fire, and left a message on their voice mail. Left a message on their voice mail?
Miraculously, the rider mower we worked on last year unsuccessfully, runs like a charm! We’re not sure if it was used this summer but I was able to mow crop circles around the upper 40, near the keeper’s quarters and lighthouse. I love that mower and was so happy to have enjoy it running again. We had our first group of visitors since we arrived and got to show them around the lighthouse (and take pictures of my crop circles). They arrived while we were finishing up a successful repair of another lawnmower and the weather was beautiful. What more could we ask for? Plus, I finished my pair of socks tonight and will have another pair to wear before we head home.
I couldn’t resist a different view of the lighthouse: its shadow over the cobblestone trail.
High pressure arrives
A cold, high pressure system blew the fog away today. The wind was dry and from the north, so Tim headed out to one trail to work and I went to another with our respective weed whackers, more delicately called whipper snippers in Australia. He had the good sense to get back to the house when a rain squall blew by. I saw it and thought it would just pass. Well it did pass but not before it soaked me and with cold, wind-driven rain and hail. Back at the house, I caught a rainbow in the storm’s wake, which had hardly any arch and was almost flat along the water.
Low flying rainbow
Well of course not. We have the cats with us. But even during the storm last night, a boat was tucked in behind the lee of the island. They must have been waiting for the tide to change because the weather didn’t really get better until later today and they were gone by early morning. We had several hours of sun today, which was very nice and brightened our moods. Even the cats were a little stir crazy. We were all happy to be out for a while today. Lobsterman were back out and a tanker went by about 3 miles south of the island this afternoon. There’s a hawk, which circles the east and south sides of the island and a few seagulls about. There’s an assortment of migrating birds passing by and attracted to the light.
I accomplished a lot of knitting yesterday and now find I like to have several projects going at once. I used to be almost exclusively a serial, monogamous knitter but there are so many projects. Some I have to focus on and others are more mindless. I’m knitting a “one stitch lace scarf” for patients who receive chemotherapy at the hospital, in a teal, machine washable blend. It’s simple garter stitch, with a dropped stitch lace pattern, and great to knit while we catch up on old episodes of Dexter.
The gray and pink lace scarf was a mistake but now I’m so far along, there’s no stopping me. The stripes, combined with the lace, are too busy but I’m six feet into it so there you are. The pattern is Traveling roses, a pretty pattern but 43 stitches by 43 stitches for one repeat and this old mind just hasn’t been able to memorize it. I have it on my Kindle and insert a note to remind of the last row knit.
The third project is a pair of socks for me with knitpicks stroll in a heather. Very pretty yarn and I have made myself a pair of socks each time we have been here (I’m wearing my pair from 2008 now). So I want to keep up the tradition. It’s a nice reminder all year of the wonderful time we have on Seguin.
One stitch lace scarf
Traveling roses scarf
We’re in the middle of a four day storm. Hurricane Ophelia is passing offshore tonight stirring up the wind and water. There’s no way on or off the island for a few days, which is always interesting. It makes me just a little more cautious. No power tools, careful walking the quarter mile or so (in full foul weather gear) to the outhouse and spend way too much time indoors.
At least I have several knitting projects underway and lots of food to cook. Yesterday I made a couple of loaves of bread, chile and chicken soup. Tonight I’ll bake an apple pie. What could be more cozy.
Getting to know an old home again has it’s benefits and disadvantages. I can’t figure out one of the icons on the microwave. I’m not sure if I ever knew what it meant but now I am curious. Middle row, right.
I understand the cup with wavy lines over it will heat my coffee. Defrost and clock are fairly self-explanatory although I would never trust top-brown. So what does it mean? I tried baking a potato with it to no avail. It looks too smooth for popcorn but I will give it a shot. The only thing it reminds me of is the Rolling Stones image but what would I cook with that?