You knitters are familiar with this concept – yarn chicken. I wasn’t sure if I had enough stain left to finish the fourth porch. So I played paint chicken. Not sure if there would be enough. By the end, I was practically licking the paint can. But they are finished and look spiffy.
We had a wind shift today from SW to N and the flag got its knickers in a twist.
Tim was covering the battery for the new solar panel and I went down to caulk a window. He kept looking at me and laughing. I wonder why.
There has always been a Davis weather station on the island. I liked it so much, Tim bought me one for home.
I was reviewing this year’s numbers. Maximum wind speed, 68mph, lowest outside temperature -7•f, highest outside temperature 81•f, highest inside temperature 135•f!!! Someone must have had a candle nearby.
And tonight’s sunset seen from a different perspective.
And to all a good night.
It took a little while to acclimate, reassess and see what needs to be done on Seguin. There’s always something.
My door is finished and I’m very happy with it. I had to replace the board to the right of the door. I got to rip and cut wood on the first power saws I ever used, back in 2008. Here’s the reveal:
Once again I had a garter snake encounter but this was more of a stand off. It coiled and hissed at me because I disturbed its peaceful rest: around, under, and probably inside the pump house.
It got foggy. Tim turned on the fog horn to lull me back to sleep – vhf 83, click 5 times.
We’ve had visitors this fall including some we’ve met on the island before.
The Wednesday warriors arrived, just after sunrise, with a solar set up for the Clivus composting toilet down at the cove. It’s a good thing because without the fan the outhouse was less than its usual pristine self. Guess who got to install it? The support person at Clivus was awesome. I called him several times throughout the process. And we’re back in “business”.
After the fog cleared, painting began. 3 porches and one to go. We had overnight guests; visitors can arrange to stay here through Friends of Seguin, who really appreciated and took in the whole island.
In the meantime, Tim mowed, weed trimmed and kept the place in shape. We’ve run out of data on our plan so we spend the evenings reading, knitting or weaving (me) and playing cards and trivial pursuit.
Here are my island creations so far.
And then of course, there is always lots of sky watching.
We were prepared to receive overnight guests yesterday, but the weather forecast for today kept them away. And rightly so. Wind and waves; Maine in October.
Tim set off to change the oil in the various motors. I tackled 2 home improvement projects and one weaving project. The best advice we heard from caretakers we met in Tasmania was, “Every day do at least three things: one for the island; one creative endeavor; and I can’t remember the third – I think it was a fitness activity”.
So I improved upon my fly trap. A penny in a plastic bag with water. I hung one in the kitchen and, for the first time since we arrived, the flies seem to have skedaddled. Here’s my porch version.
We had to fill the cistern yesterday and I noticed the pump house entrance had deteriorated since Tim’s brother, Bill, repaired it eight years ago.
I chopped, cut and ripped wood I found, primed it, put it up and caulked the heck out of it. It will save it for a few years. Finished photos to follow when the weather improves and I can paint.
I’m relearning tablet weaving using sewing thread. Not the pattern I anticipated but pretty nonetheless.
I’ve covered 2 of 3 but my trips down the hill to the cove keep me fit!
Then there’s always a sunset.
Not for the squeamish.
I wanted to finish painting the trim on the window that needed the extension ladder.
The window on the lower left surprisingly needed a huge ladder. I thought I’d get a head start. There was a garter snake sunning itself near the water outlets yesterday and I thought I’d give it a heads up that I would be working nearby and it would be OK to leave.
I had left the extension ladder on the ground the day before. As I stood there I heard the sound of something rubbing on metal. THEN THE SNAKE SLITHERED OUT OF THE RUNG’s HOLLOW TUBE !!!!
And I got on with my painting.
Since I am already discussing yucky things, here’s my fly trap, whose bait is getting tastier by the day. I think I caught a fruit fly.
On a happier note, all days end the same.
A cold front moved through yesterday and swept everything clean. The fly population was down for a while and the outhouse smelled like roses.
With the dry air and clear skies, today was a beautiful day to work outside. Tim took to the trails and I painted some trim. My project was interrupted when the Coast Guard arrived to replace the ground wire on the tower and borrowed my extension ladder. When they finished, they toured the museum to get a glimpse of what life use to be like in the Coast Guard and Lighthouse Service on Seguin.
I heard them talking about the ghost story associated with Seguin. A piano plays a key role. Tim has a keyboard in the caretaker’s quarters and I couldn’t resist. I played a few notes, which caught their attention.
Yesterday,I built a fly trap in an effort to at least keep them out of the kitchen. Tim thought it was a huge success until I confessed that the two flies in the trap had been caught and deposited there – by me.
We watched a whale swim offshore for about an hour before dinner. We spotted it from the south trail then returned to the lighthouse and watched it with binoculars and a scope. Island life!
See the new copper wire from the catwalk to the ground.
The rider mower at Seguin may have been driven off the bluff – that’s how they used to get rid of elderly equipment. Tim loves its replacement.
The island is in great shape. We got reacquainted yesterday and hosted several visitors. I even convinced Tim to take a brief, brain freezing swim after we finished our work.
Small craft warning and rain today. Last night’s wind speed reached 34 miles per hour. Almost blew me right out of bed. To quote a little five year old I saw at the beach last weekend, “Shiver me timbers”.
What we won’t hear is the fog horn! Maine switched to a VHF activated system. We, and any mariner, can turn it on on channel 83. Click 5 times and the fog horn turns on. Then click your heels and say,”I want to go home, I want to…”.
We are on the road again. We headed to Long Island to go to my son and daughter-in-law’s baby shower. That kept me busy before-hand finishing up lots of projects.
There’s nothing more fun than working on baby items and imagining the soon to be, new little bundle.
I made a quilt, crocheted a blanket, knit a sweater, and a Halloween costume, and wove a 6 yard baby wrap.
We wrapped it all up and started our journey south. Our first stop was Long Island. We headed out to Fire Island where we lived one winter.
After the baby shower festivities and a nice visit with family, we hopped on a ferry and started our journey north.
We spent a night with “old” friends at a camp on a lake in Maine. Wonderful. Heard a loon, canoed in the dark, swam in the morning and ate challah bread french toast.
Then off to Seguin Island after provisioning at the local Shaw’s. Luckily we packed light because the tram isn’t running. We got everything ashore and up the hill without a hitch and had lobster for dinner.
I slept like a baby to the sounds of wind, the bell buoy and waves breaking.