Greetings from Maine, Vacationland
The last 30 days have been a bit of a whirlwind! In August I realized, with the help of my super supportive support network, that I wasn’t feeling quite right. Throughout this pandemic I’ve been asking myself, “Am I acting like a depressed person?” and if the answer was “yes” I would try to do something thoroughly NOT depressed, like doing yoga or cooking vegetables.
But I was losing the battle, and by the time California caught fire, I was ready for a break. So, I flew to Maine to be with my family. It’s a very rural life out here: goats, a horse, a rooster that makes a racket every morning, and coyotes howling like maniacs at night. And bugs. Fun fact: I am much, much more allergic to Maine mosquitoes than San Francisco mosquitoes.
We recently visited Pemaquid Point Lighthouse and after a quick stroll through the museum, we wandered out to the very weird and very cool rocks leading down to the ocean. From Wikipedia:
Silurian Period sediments laid down 430 million years ago were metamorphosed underground into a gneiss 360–415 million years ago, and intruded by molten rock which cooled slowly, creating the park's exposed metamorphic gray rocks with dikes of harder, white igneous rock. Underground heat and pressure tortured and folded the rock layers into the striking patterns that are now pounded and polished by the sea and rough weather.
For my fellow rock nerds, you can read the report from the Maine Geological Survey. For everyone else, I took some photos of the rocks and cropped them to be suitable for your Zoom virtual background. Enjoy!
