Beech Hill

A wonderful send-off last night for the Land Trust's executive director, who is moving to Hawaii. We gave him a party at the top of Beech Hill, our preserve with the 360-degree views, Penobscot Bay in front, the Camden Hills in back. It was a perfect evening, the islands and sea shining in sharp relief from the setting sun, a brief rain shower dramatizing the hills.

The stone hut with the sod roof is about to celebrate its 100th birthday, and we celebrated too with a lobster and corn boil in a kind of tribute to the Sunday afternoon teas that the original family used to hold there. We too had to carry everything up the half-mile trail, but where the Gribbells drove horses, we drove cars and where they burned firewood, we burned propane. Otherwise, where was the difference of a 100 years?

Best of luck, Doug and family. We'll miss you.