Neither could I. But that didn’t stop me from taking the 11:30 mailboat to Northeast Harbor so I could drive to Deer Isle to stay with Fred Woell and Pat Wheeler. This was the third time this winter that a snowstorm threatened a weekend trip I did not want to pass up. So, in my little Subaru, I carefully passed cars that couldn’t make it up some of the hills. Fortunately I ended up behind plow trucks several times and I made it safely over roads that were not great, driving 30 mph. The afternoon brought rain on top of snow, with increasing winds and dropping temperatures. It sounds like an icy mess for tomorrow. Good thing I’m already right where I want to be. The PMC bead workshop starts at 10 a.m. tomorrow but this is what it looks like the night before:
And, there’s a bird in my room.