Ilze Berzins

Century 21 has some real doozies on the market. Hey Aunt Victoria. It's small. Is this what you had in mind?

We finally found our dream house but then the tide came in and it floated away beyond our reach.

Easter Sunday we went to Hunnewell Beach because Popham Beach denies access to dogs due to the nesting season of plovers.

I love Tim Pickett's chainsaw art. This bear bench is where I bask in the sunny mid January days at Thomas Point Beach. Tim's other chainsaw animal sculptures were posted shortly before Christmas.

New Year's day on Popham Beach. Amazing weather. Wish you were here!

Snow finally on the ground. We went for a walk at Thomas Point Beach and visited our favourite band of animals. Folk art... er, chain-saw art is wonderful here. Santa sent Laachuk a brand new leash for Christmas. Good dogs stay in Ottawa, bad dogs go everywhere...

Phantom and I in the parking lot at Popham Beach. It's a sunny windy autumn day, perfect for cantering along the vast expanse of beach at low tide.

The weather in Maine is unbelievable! Mid November and it's 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Laachuk and 'Mum and Dad' enjoy a day at Popham Beach.

Columbus Day(Canadian Thanksgiving) on Bailey Island, Maine. The sun is shining on the pretty little cove and the lone lobsterman checking his traps from his motor boat. We are very happy here. Check out Laachuk's Tales to read how we finally got here.

We passed a blissful week at the Driftwood Inn.

Our last night in Spruce Haven cottage was a humdinger. A major storm was brewing and waves of excitement rippled through our little colony. Dave boarded up doors and windows as most of the guests ran for their cars, fleeing to the mainland. But not us. We couldn’t wait for the mother of all storms to hit. Dad said that the Nor’Easter is one hell of a storm that usually comes in winter. Mum went on and on about storms she’s lived through in northern Quebec and in the Maritimes. In short: BRING IT ON!  

In the end it turned out to be a big build-up, but not such a big deal. Sure we awakened to crashing surf, but it was no national disaster.

It was also the time to leave our cozy cottage and the grounds of the Driftwood Inn. Pictures were taken, goodbyes said, and we pulled out of the parking area to head for the mainland.

It was raining and it was windy but, as the road wound its way along the western side of the islands, the bays actually looked quite peaceful.

Once we reached the mainland there wasn’t much of a storm. Or, actually, the storm became interpersonal. In a huff, Mum and Dad ditched the naval town house on Mariners Landing.

They deserved better and they got better. Presenting themselves to Morton’s Real Estate on a holiday Monday, they were immediately taken by the hand of dapper Paul Clark (the third) and guided to a most appropriate townhouse.

We had finally found a semi-permanent resting place. Dad brought the marital bed out of U Haul storage and we were back to our old routine.

I sleep on the floor.