Ahh. We're back from a lovely weekend on the West Branch of the Penobscot River. Despite some heavy downpours (and thunderstorms too), the sun managed to poke through enough to give us plenty of time both in and on the river, and around a campfire with friends. We soaked up as much of the beauty around us as we could. Right at the base of Katahdin, this spot is such a sacred treasure, and such an important place to my family that it feels a bit like home -a place Steve and I have both lived, worked, and loved. I can't describe how good it feels to share that with our little ones.
Everything is wet, so I've got loads and loads of laundry to do, and tents, bags, and people to dry out. I'll be back tomorrow with a few more pictures, and then, inspired a bit by the beauty we saw...on to the crafting.
