Jazzy and I have been hanging out in between Campobello Island and Lubec for the
past few days. I think tonight we officially became regulars when the Canadian border
didn't even ask to see our passports. It's been a busy two days of meeting people, running into
them again, talking, and of course, the ever-exciting building of rapport. We've got enough
rapport to build a house. There is a lot going on here. There's the rift between the older generation and the younger one--the old way of living and fishing and the new: which apparently includes a lot of serious drugs. The high school is shrinking, and might close next year. Yesterday, when hanging out with locals on the back porch of Annabell's bar we spotted
a lone eagle on the pier. Having left Marcus's borrowed long lens in the car I took a word of advice from Kate and used a little shoe leather. I got pretty damn close to the thing before some man came up behind me with a wicked long lens and scared it away. It was exhilirating though, here are some pictures!
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