Cape Gazette

SEA TO SHINING SEA: Unity and wild blueberries

By Dennis Forney | Aug 04, 2013
Photo by: Dennis Forney photo The Portland Head lighthouse south of the entrance to the Portland, Maine harbor.  Portland hosted the US Navy's North Atlantic fleet during World War II.

PORTLAND, MAINE — DAY: HOLDING - "And crowned thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea."

It's still all about unity.

Our summer of perpetual travel took us to the coast of Maine this weekend for gatherings of friends and family. We celebrated nature's beauty (4,500 miles of rock-studded coast,) nature's bounty (wild blueberries for the picking and lobsters selling for less than $4 a pound) and the binding, smile-inducing and magnetic power of love.

In Cape Elizabeth Sunday afternoon at the Portland Head lighthouse, we encountered the mind of native-son poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  A bronze plaque commemorated his poem The Lighthouse inspired by this light. An excerpt on the plaque: "Sail on: Sail on ye stately ships; and with your floating bridges the oceans span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse; Be yours to bring man near to man."

Several fine interpretive panels on a rise above the ocean at Fort Williams Park, where the lighthouse warns with light and horn, taught us about this part of the coast. Edward Hopper painted here.  I've included a photo of a Hopper painting of another lighthouse near here. Good clear light in this cool, dry air sharpens the artist's eye and brush.

Portland International Jetport now.  Pittsburgh International and Pittburgh's AmTrak Station next - about midnight - and then an 0530 train to Cumberland Monday before saddling up for the final leg of the journey.

"Head 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em goin', rawhide!"

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The harbor at Stonington, Maine, a classic fisherman's village at the end of a road leading to Penobscot Bay.
The Hopper painting of a lighthouse at nearby Two Lights State Park.
Every cloud has a silver lining, and every silver lining has a touch of gray.  Life includes every shade of the spectrum. Jennifer, Lulu and Albert joined by a coastal Maine rainbow.
Mitch explained that wild huckleberries, sweet and juicy, are a darker purple than wild blueberries.
Friends picking berries on a rocky Maine hillside.
Relaxing in the blueberry field after picking several quarts of raw berries and speculating on just how good the fresh blueberry pies will be.
Karen rolls out pie crust, for the blueberry pies, with a makeshift pin.
A close-up look at wild blueberries.  They're smaller and grow very low unlike their larger cousins that grow on cultivated bushes.
Statue of a granite chiseler in downtown Stonington.  Maine granite makes up important parts of many of the nation's historic buildings along the east coast.
Comments (2)
Posted by: Cindy Bowlin | Aug 05, 2013 10:00

Ok, you have seen both coasts on a bike now it's time to come home and be a big boy.  Some of us miss you guys bunches!


Posted by: Susan Frederick | Aug 05, 2013 15:24

Karen in the kitchen--you know that pie was good.


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