American Windjammer


Good Morning Everyone. And happy Lincoln’s Birthday. 10 degrees in the dooryard, crystal clear skies and just flat calm and still in the woods. I can hear the occasional pop of a tree in the frozen darkness. First light is already here. Sunrise 0645, sunset 1706 (5:06 PM). It is another busy day here with a meeting in Camden.

Sawyer enjoyed his first downhill ski race yesterday. Shades of his father and grandfather before him flashed through my mind. Skiing was a big piece our family experience back in the days when it was more affordable. Just being outdoors in the crisp air together enjoying winter was a bonding experience. Our family sailing vacations were the summertime equivalent. There are not too many places in the world where you can ski on a mountain and sail on the ocean within a few miles of each. One curiosity of the Camden Snow Bowl is the fact that you can see the ocean from the top. I don’t have a picture of that to share but the breathtaking beauty of the snow covered Camden Hills and Penobscot Bay on a crystal clear bluebird day (okay, maybe penguin is more appropriate) … well it just makes you happy to be alive. Katherine Lee Bate’s 1895 poem inspired by a trip to the top of Pikes Peak came to mind.

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

Have a great day. Be well. Do Good.

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