The fourth of July found us childless for a couple of days since B was up with her Grampa and Nana camping on Lake St. George. To celebrate our freedom and the ability to sleep in, Marcy dragged us out of bed Friday morning at 5:30 so that we could go and check out an oyster farm she was monitoring. It had to be done at low tide, hence the early start.
It was a beautiful morning on the Damariscotta River and because it was so freakin early, we had the place to ourselves. Almost.
This dude tailed us for a while.
and this guy was out for some early morning fishing.
Being low tide, there were lots of shallow areas. On one such area, we ran aground. Being the chivalrous man that I am, I let Marcy get out and pull the kayout across the mud while I took pictures and mimed whipping her for the benefit of the oyster fishermen only a few hundred feet away.
To make amends, I went ashore and let Marcy revel in the beauty that is my dumper.
After kayaking, we hit up the new property and did some clearing both on the house site and another area to make room for a "camper" that we were gifted. A
quaint little number that will allow us the opportunity to stay on weekends as we improve the property while we wait to start building.
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