Here we come across an apparently well-used and well-kept wooden boat that has been left untethered on Great Cove’s pebbly shore. Its master is not to be seen. We’re alone now and can admire its utilitarian grace without anyone wondering why we’re staring at a stationary boat.
She reminds us of a handsome hunting dog that is at “stay” in an uncomfortable place, eagerly awaiting her next command. By the way, there are few fine-sand beaches in this area of Maine; we mostly have large pink granite ledges; stubbly pebble-and-rock landings, and beach grass stands. (Brooklin, Maine)