Here in one spot was ultimate culmination of elements and visual stereotypes brought to vivid life: sketching amidst the seagulls (okay, I made those up in the sketch, and yes, sometimes I can't draw a straight line), dinging buoys, sailboats, lighthouses, crashing waves and milling herds of likeminded tourists. Conscious of the long tradition of artists literally drawn to this flame of antiquity, it was something ya just gotta do, like taking the requisite picture of Denali while in Alaska. Speaking of mountains, we also
Lastly was a side-trip to visit Petit Manan Point National Wildlife Refuge, one of five such sanctuaries occupying over 250 miles of Maine shoreline. A real sweet-spot was the hike over the Hollingsworth Trail, where I was able to sketch a good example of both a "cobble beach" - smoothly rounded granite stones - shot through by "magma dykes" - basalt upthrusts in the surrounding granite - a geologic feature of volcanic activity. And no, I didn't make up the lighthouse. And while out exploring the tidal pools I learned that it is physically impossible to stay upright when attempting to walk on seaweed. Don't even try.