Hike and Picnic on Deer Island

A beautiful New England day, blue skies, temperature in the 70s, a strong offshore breeze.

Mother Nature has her own garden out here.

 

The path is wide and level but starting a slight incline.

 

 We used to call these burdocks when I lived in Maine.  They would stick together and we would make garlands, necklaces, and bracelets.

 

 

Oh, oh, am I going to make it all the way up?

 

Yep, one slow step at a time.

 

Looking back down.

 

Winthrop

 
 

A space ship has landed.

 
 
 
 

 

 

Looking towards Portugal.

 

A grassy path down.

 

 
 

 

My picnic lunch consisting of chicken salad sandwich, Lime Rickey soda,, a Whoopie Pie, and the Winthrop Transcript.

 

 

A young man walked by and said, "Wow, you have got style.

 

He turned and came back and said, "This the absolute best thing you could do for yourself."

 

Little did he know.

 

 

 

Boston

 

 

 

The breeze off the water was cold so I was glad I brought along a warm jacket.

 

 

I may be closing in on 78,  have a "broken heart", an overactive thyroid, and  prostate cancer but

I am damned if I will let it stop me!