"Has everyone used the bathroom, because I'm not stoppin' til Belfast!" (That was a lie.)
As long shadows began to creep in the afternoon sunlight, we came across this crumpling, neglected farmhouse, as we headed back to Camden Harbor. I ventured out alone. E- wanted no part of moving through the overgrown, chest-high weeds and rotting timbers. At one time, this had to have been quite a piece of property, I bet. Now, it is home for a few confused crows flying through broken second floor windows. Eventually, we made our way to the Waterfront Restaurant along the water for mussels in wine sauce and beers. Nice evening.