About 3 weeks ago I spent a good part of the day cleaning our pellet stove and replacing all of the gaskets and filters. You could call this a modern day approach to getting ready for winter. It was about 3:00 when I finished and I noticed that it had stopped raining out so I decided to reward myself by spending a little quality time with Selma by taking a quick jaunt to Bar Harbor.
Those of you who have lived here in Maine will find it of no surprise when I tell you that the closer I got to the coast the fogger it got. There was also a mist, not the heaving stuff just the more of nuisance stuff that you have to wipe off your face shield every 10-15 seconds.
By the way did I tell you my goal for the day was to take Selma to the top of Caddilac Mountain so we could take her picture in a scenic location. As we approached the beginning of the park, the strangest vision entered the corner of my eye. I quite honestly was not sure I had truly seen what I just saw. I pulled Selma over and looked back and sure enough, there was a gentleman playing bag pipes in the fog and mist overlooking Hulls Cove. This combination created an amazingly ethereal photo opportunity. I grabbed my camera and told Selma to stay put while I went over to meet David Weeda who was a wonderful conversationalist and was completely comfortable with me taking a few photos while continued playing. Oh man I love the sounds of bag pipes....
If you ever get a chance to swing down to Hulls Cove on Saturday afternoon's there is a good chance you will have a chance to hear and meet David who by the way runs a beautiful bed and breakfast at Williams Pond Lodge.
Oh yes, one last thing, I almost forget, Selma and I did make it to the mountain and I did take her picture, isn't she pretty?
She is German you know and by the way Selma in German translates to "God-Protection".
