Saying goodbye is such a hard thing. New friends have been made and a very special place became home. I will dearly miss the huge tidal swing that rushed in and then out on a constant basis. The energy that the ocean brought was real, it was tangible, it filled you with wonder and joy at its constant state of motion. I will miss the gulls dropping their catch on the rocks; the seals dancing in the powerful eddy line; the sunrise over the distant islands; the cliffs in the distance made even larger by the receding tide; fishing boats leaving early and coming home late; and the eagles that sat in powerful watch over the entire scene.
I will miss so much of this magical place. The people not the least. They made me feel like I had always been there. They opened their homes to me as if I were a long lost relative coming home for a visit. They watched over me; guided me; housed me; and fed me. They made me laugh and they made me cry. I love them all, each and every one.
I found a sense of peace in this place that I had not experienced since being in the inner spaces of British Columbia and Alaska. It is a peace that is hard to describe. This place has seen boom and seen bust. It is in the middle of a renaissance that will force it to transition from old to new, struggling to maintain a sense of balance between what it once was and what it must become.
More than anything I found Love here. Love of one another and love of this place. The people here, whether local or persons from away (PFA), all share a common bond. They love this place and all that it is. That in itself is a special property all to itself; for it is not often that you find a collective group of people that share such a strong bond to a single place. You either love this place and stay or you move away. There really is no in between.
There is no Starbucks, no malls, no Wall Mart or Target. There is no shopping center or car washes, no drive thru fast food places or CVS on every corner. There is no place to get breakfast and everything closes at 8:00 save the local watering hole, and even that is hit or miss. There are none of these things that have become so entwined in the daily lives of most Americans; become so integral to their daily survival.
I think for me, having already given up the need for those things and places during my travels, that to find a place such as this was destined to be pure magic. So it is with great sadness that I said my goodbyes. I sat on my rock one last time and watched those gulls do their thing; watched the seals dance in the eddyline with the Eagles keeping a watchful eye on the entire scene. I watched as the narrows grew with the rip of the receding tide and I watched as the leaves have all dropped and the first winter snow danced in the air.
I said goodbye to the place and to my friends and my new family. I will miss this magical place and these people who have changed my life forever. I will always have a huge and wonderful warm spot in my heart for this little village that sits at the most eastern spot of the United States.
I will miss you Lubec.
Much Love & Peace,
The Kayak Guy