The drive through the storm on Friday was really snowy. If Brenda (ma belle-soeur) and I were not headed to meet our friends Cathy and Susie in Portsmouth, we would not have gone anywhere. It was one of those days when we had no business being on the road in that kind of weather. It took us 3 1/2 hours to get to Augusta (less than the halfway point of the trip) which usually only takes 2 hours. But we plugged along at 30 to 40 mph and finally made it to the Port in time for dinner.
Leaving the island on Friday, the last boat of the day because all afternoon boats were canceled:
A rough ride:
Breakfast on Saturday morning at the cute and tasty “Friendly Toast” in Portsmouth.
A “gift” for the group from Susie:
Good friends, good times. (Oh look, everyone is wearing a necklace made by yours truly)
(I am pointing at Susie, NOT trying to grab Brenda)
Sunday night in Northeast Harbor. A sleep-over at Paul and Brenda’s so I can catch the 7:30 a.m. boat home on Monday. 3 Patriots fans who don’t really care whether the Steelers or the Jets win the game, but at least we are catching up on e-mail.