charmed

Yesterday we came to Beals Island overnight so I could work. After spending a beautiful day in a darkened massage studio, I threw on my running shoes and hit the road. I was blessed with an expansive sunsetting sky, a pleasant 53 degrees, ocean air and a couple of miles of road that hugged the sea.

I even "ran" into a member of the Carver clan on a dirt road who stopped and hugged my sweaty form and I thought, "Wow, I love this place."

And when I got back... I ate two lobsters my father-in-love had caught that morning.

Charmed for sure...