Into the Mystic

The undeniable smell of salt air drifted by as we got out of the car. It was nice that the salt was in the air and not running down the cheeks of my Maine relatives. Many tears were spilled the day before at my mother–in-law’s service. Not in a bad way but still draining. Today the mission was different; we followed the last of Ulla’s last wishes, a trip by lobster boat off the coast that she loved so much. A last journey of sorts.

The boat Finest Kind II is a fine craft and its skipper Jean is a true legend. At 72 and a woman she deserves it. Her amazing blue eyes reflect gentle strength and compassion. As we walked from her fine home down to the docks of Corea the sound of the ocean grew and through the fog Corea unfolded its beauty. Final words of love rolled out as big as the Atlantic’s swell. Champagne toasts added to the celebration of a mothers life. It was clear to me that in Maine; “you can get there from here”!