Day 9

Hey folks! I know it's a little later than usual, but it's the Fourth of July! Apologies in advance for any typos in this post, I'm laying in bed without my glasses on. I woke up to my usual 7:30 alarm to get some breakfast and immediately knew there was no way I was getting out of bed. I texted Gabe and asked for a breakfast sandwich to go.

FOOD FACT:

• The classic breakfast sandwich bread is an english muffin, in my opinion. In some places that are a little more high-end, perhaps a croissant or some crusty bread. I've never been into english muffins, though. In my opinion they're often dry and a little sour. 
• Working at a deli on Cape Cod taught me not to treat all 'muffins' the same. portuguese muffins are the lesser-known counterpart of an english muffin. They're very similar in shape, yet portuguese muffins are pillowy soft and just a little bit sweet. Get one of those bad boys toasted golden-brown and throw on some pepperjack, linguica, and a fried egg and you'll never look back (or, you'll perpetually look back, because that'll have been the best breakfast sandwich you've ever eaten).

This breakfast sandwich, however, was on an english muffin, and it was still pretty yummy. I ate it once I got up to the museum after sleeping in an extra hour and a half. I supplemented it with a chocolate chip muffin. All the muffins this morning. At work, I worked on putting labels in the virtual gallery walk, similar to the 3D tours that some real estate services have. I took a quick trip outside the office to marvel at the incredibly clear skies today, probably 20+ miles of visibility. I've learned that often here, you can barely see across the small harbor to the neighboring island of Manana because of dense fog. No one was interested in my 1pm tour today, and I was a little bummed since I had been looking forward to getting outside. 

Visibility out past Camden

I ate my lunch, and by the time 3:30 rolled around, I had six trustees and board members from the museum joining me on my inaugural 'longer' Wildlands Walk, which will be happening twice a week. We took a different path and I highlighted a very different collection of works from the exhibit than the other Wildlands Walk. I learned so much from these folks, and am happy to have had them as my first guests on this rendition of the walk.

Underhill trail on the south end of Monhegan

This walk ends down at Lobster Cove, at the southern end of the island. The terminus is less than a ten minute walk from the inn, so I peeled off from the road to head back to my room at the end of the walk. I learned of plans to have an independence day BBQ at Maya's place up at deadman's cove. I quickly put on my swimsuit, worried that I was holding everyone up, but we didn't end up leaving for another 20 minutes. I'm still working on slowing down while I'm on the island, and living on aptly-named 'island time'. 

We grilled up some hot dogs and toasted some buns then attempted to go for a swim. The water was incredibly cold compared to yesterday, and I wasn't quite brave enough to take a full dip, but I waded up to my knees out on the rocks. We enjoyed some snacks, the headed back down to the inn to get changed just in time to make the island fireworks. The viewing spot is conveniently right behind the inn, on Cabot hill. Back at the inn afterwards, some folks decided to head up to the ballfield for ANOTHER party. I decided to shower and turn in for the night, but not before updating Monhegan Musings!

I hope you all had a great 4th, and amidst all the chaos in our lives took a minute to enjoy the visibility, It's not common that you can see clearly, so take advantage of it when you can. We could even see the fireworks out in Bar Harbor, and even Portland.

Love, Me

Fireworks from Cabot Hill