Our days of living within steps of the sea are over, and we are working hard at feeling “back at home” in our ocean-less valley.
I had to add this one last post of photos from our time in Maine, to document the fish situation. Zeb spent much of the time in Maine standing on the dock, fishing pole in hand. He caught many (many!) little fish, and a few bigger ones, and I learned about how before you let a fish go, you kiss it on the [fish] lips (!).
There was also some amount of diving for sea stars and sea urchins and sand dollars, cold water be damned. Basically, the kids were delighted by the whole fishy scene, and I was glad to take pictures of their delight.
