Salt and Fir
Labor weekend has come and gone, summer winds itself down. The night breeze is cool against bare skin. The sun doesn't reach so high these days and she sets ever earlier. The leaves rustle in their tree top splendor and begin to fall gracefully to the earth. The rain returns, the apples ripen and pumpkins turn orange. All roads lead to fall.
But Labor Day weekend, summers last stand, founds us soaking in the last warm weather adventure. We swam is crystal clean lakes that felt colder than the ocean, we walked on the ocean floors and climbed up the rocky cliffs, we slept under the milky way and we feasted on wild blackberries and blueberries. The smell of fir and salt mixed together in a sweet aroma that captivated us in a seaside bliss. We decided that eggs taste best cook on the open fire, people ought to be able to see the milky way above their home at night and the ocean should always smell strong while mingled with the fragrance of the mountains fir.
The Bay of Fundy National Park. The most extreme tides in the world (50ft between high and low tide).