Dropping Like Flies
From our original ten tour travelers, we have lost 5: 3 tested positive for Covid, 1 sprained her ankle badly enough to have to quit, fortunately after seeing puffins, her main reason for coming, and 1 had a sister die, not unexpectedly, but he needed to leave before we got too far from Portland and its airport. We remaining five are determined to keep healthy. We parked our truck at the Courtyard Inn near Portland’s airport and caught a shuttle over to meet everyone else at the airport. We had lunched at a Sea Dog Ale House. The others went to Subway for a sandwich. I liked our plan much better. After a couple hours of birding, we drove up to quaint Camden and stayed at the River House Inn to be ready for an 8:00 AM boat trip out to Seal Island. Two doses of Bonine and lots of warm clothes made the 1 1/2 boat ride aboard the Periwinkle mostly bearable. Captain Dominick was a great boat driver; the seas were almost calm. But just sitting on a wooden bench, bouncing away, is boring...