March, lionesque, on the morning boat ride. Northwest winds 35 knots. (For landlubbers that’s about 40 mph) Enough to provide a choppy ride between Islesford and Great Cranberry.
The sun was strong, though not warm enough, first thing this morning, to make the walk to the Northeast Harbor parking lot anything but treacherous.
By 3:30 p.m. the wind had dropped out, providing calm seas for the ride home.
With the off-island day behind me, quality time spent with my mom, I am psyched to be planning to spend the whole day in my studio tomorrow. Bruce leaves at 6:30 a.m., for the Maine Fishermen’s Forum. He’ll be away for a few days which means I have only my own schedule to consider; a time I look forward to every March. I might just decide to work through dinner and eat Cheerios before I go to bed.