September 12, 2019
I chased the sun as I headed north and east. Intermittent rain alternated with brief glimpses and hints of sunshine. Until I hit Maine. And then the glorious sun opened up as Maine welcomed me. In the room, the long view of the harbor to ocean was amazing as always. And I watched at low tide with some doubt and amazement as an otter scampered along the ledge directly outside the room. They were four legs and a broad, flat tail that I recognized from having knitted one. Later, in the evening, I heard loons calling. Welcome to Maine indeed.