We left town the next morning, and headed west on Route 2, along the coast. Maggie (as she likes to be called) drove the Reva. "This thing darts around like a butterfly", she said, "compared to that Zil, which I believe is without power steering, and drives like a tank!"
I had the map, and here is where we are now:
As we approached Newport, I noticed the road didn't go much further, but Maggie seemed to know where she was going. She drove through Newport, a pretty town hugging the side of some large sand dunes, and then through smaller Ocean Grove to tiny Lida, a tribe-settlement of orchardists. Thr road ended in the tribe commons, and Maggie said "Let's get some groceries at this little store and we'll walk up the river for a picnic."
The first photo is the image of idyllic life! Somehow it reminds me of the Alaskan cruises I went on with friends. Thank you for sharing your art.
ReplyDeleteThanks! New Island has many of these places. You will see more!
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