Dispatches from the Cabin: Part Eight

"Will be leaving tomorrow, though don't want to think of it," Nat wrote in January, 1976. And in September, 1994: "It's so peaceful, we never want to leave."

We're catching the 12 o'clock ferry to Southwest Harbor. Nat's brother, Steve, will be picking us up at the cabin in his island vehicle, an old Dodge pickup.

It feels like we've just settled into the quiet rhythm of this place. Hate to leave. And yet...

Steve said Rick Alley will come this winter and open up the view down to the point, thinning out the trees, gathering the brush in piles to burn. We plan to be back next summer. Photo: Fog Rainbow, Hadlock Cove, Islesford.