“Grab two tickets for the 4 pm ferry, I’m running late,” the voice said on the other end of the phone. Under the assumption we were going to miss our ride, I jumped from my bench and ran inside to purchase another ticket. Our destination is Peak’s Island – a beautiful island community fit with beaches and a year-round inn.
I meet my friend Jenn and we load onto the boat with five seconds to spare before the air horn sounds and the gate closes. The mercury peaks at 63 degrees as we head to the top deck. It’s strange to think that two weeks ago I was ice fishing. They say if you don’t like the weather in Maine – wait a minute.
Bug Light and Spring Point Light begin to fade into the distance as we round the corner near Fort Gorges. Our weekend destination is finally spotted in the distance. We ready our bags and descend into familiar territory.
Visitors are greeted with brilliant colors from all angles. One tourist informs us, later at the hotel bar, that “No Republicans live on the island. They are all musicians and artists.” I escape the conversation quickly. Politics aside, it must be a joy to call this island-escape your home. No matter the political ties, these citizens are true Americans.
This cozy cottage near the dock, owned by a friend of a friend, will be our weekend home.
We are greeted in style. You can tell a lot about a person by their boots.
Instantly I realize that I can call this place home.
What proves to be my weekend reading chair with an oceanic view.
Classic books and the color teal.
The island is quiet – no traffic and few sightseers. The waves come rolling in, slapping against the coast, as evening arrives. We plop ourselves down on the beach to enjoy an amazing sunset. The sun glimmering off the hull of the boat. We stare back towards the city we just came from – contemplating if we’ll ever go back…