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Folks who haven’t spent much time in the East might think that we are surrounded just by asphalt and steel, but this is a good example of the type of terrain that Massachusetts and New York share.  The signs point out the state line, and the middle photo is on the trail to Bash Bish Falls, which is in Massachusetts.  The Tree Man on the right is the result of someone’s active imagination, and perhaps a lost pair of sunglasses.  Can you see his face?

  The day after we hiked to Bash Bish, we drove up to Maine to see the Beisels.  Sometime I’d like to photo Nubble Light in the evening, but we always seem to be there in the earlier morning hours.  It’s a very beautiful light, east of York.  Very little east.  You’d end up in the Atlantic if you were any farther east. 

  On Labor Day weekend, we all went putt putt golfing in Brunswick, Maine.  Here’s Claire making a shot by the waterfall, in front of her dad and grandpa. 

  She’s taking a little rest while Craig takes his turn.  I think the new backpack added a little handicap to her score–she had quite a load in it, all ready for the first day of preschool this week.

  Noah figured out where the balls went when they disappeared at the 18th hole. 

  Ginny has fine form.   Fun all around.  After golf and lunch, we visited the Peary museum on the Bowdein campus.  Lots of cool stuff in there, for sure.

  Bash Bish beckoned and we took the bait.  These falls are in the extreme southwest corner of Massachusetts, and to get to them, it’s easiest to follow a trail from the New York side.  It’s a short little hike, less than a mile in.

  Though it looks a little like Stonehenge straightened here, this is actually Thoreau’s cabin site.  To get here, take a walk around the perimeter of Walden Pond, near Concord, Massachusetts.  Soon the townsfolk will be finished swimming and playing in the pond, and the transcendentalists will be back, pondering on the banks while pacing back and forth, back and forth.