The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November Sky.
- Walt Whitman
Its that time of year when the last batch of muffins are made.......
It's time to say goodbye to the last guest.....
Time to say goodbye to the everchanging north Atlantic.....
Time to batten the hatches of Ogunquit Beach Inn for 2010.
Don't get me wrong, Ogunquit is beautiful in the quiet season of late autumn and winter. Crisp skies, with cumulus clouds that stretch for miles. My runs are long and fast in the winter. The abscence of people has a calming effect on the soul during the off season. We have spent many winters in Maine and in New England, but its our turn to be a tourisit. Time to explore. Time for adventure.
Our 1569 mile (2525 km) adventure starts in early November at 04:00 am.
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