Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
On the way back from my brother and sister-in-law's cabin we took the ferry over to Long Island, Maine to see my friend, Kristi. I do love a good ferry ride, and it was a perfect day for it!
Bean explored the ship.
But 90% of the time on the boat was spent running back and forth on the gangplank. Good times.
We went to the beach on the island. It was nearly empty and it felt like we had the whole thing to ourselves. It was lovely.
We'll have to go back soon, it was over too quickly!