#AtoZChallenge | L is for Lighthouse and a Lonely Snowman

Portland Breakwater Lighthouse is more commonly known as Bug Light due to its diminutive size.  Plus, bug light just sounds so much cooler. It is also the place to go if you want to fly a kite as the wind is wicked by the water. I’ve blogged about it before in my post Kite Festival at Bug Light Park, South Portland.

I also returned to the park again when trying to launch a homemade Castiel kite during our Gishwhes Scavenger Hunt this past August. You probably need to be a fan of the TV show Supernatural to understand that previous sentence. Sadly, it’s not even my first reference to Supernatural during this blogging challenge. I’m a bit obsessed. But, you don’t need to be a fan of the show to get the gist.

Bug Light Park is the best place to go fly a kite.

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#AtoZChallenge | K is for Kettle Cove in Cape Elizabeth

While a popular summer destination, I found the quieter winter scene at Kettle Cove in Cape Elizabeth especially beautiful during a recent visit. The sun gleaming off the water, a persistent patch of snow by the edge of the sand and an abandoned lobster trap make it a true Maine winter scene.

This was my first visit to the beach area at Kettle Cove, but my daughter and I did enjoy a delicious lunch at the Kettle Cove Creamery & Cafe a few summers ago which I blogged about here:  Serendipity and Strawberries lead us to a stop at the Kettle Cove Creamery & Cafe.  Unfortunately, it’s closed during the winter so we didn’t get to enjoy a second visit on this trip.

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#AtoZChallenge | J is for the Jetty at Camp Ellis and Winter Storms

When you step onto the jetty and look out, it’s impossible to tell how far it goes as the end blurs with the horizon. Growing up in Saco, I visited the jetty in Camp Ellis often and have scrambled along the rocks towards that end point but I’ve never walked the entire jetty.

I have what is probably a revisionist memory from my one of my early visits to the jetty as a child. My cousins and I were given permission from our parents to walk to the jetty on our own.  We had never gone alone so it was a big deal. It was a short walk up the beach and to the jetty.  Playing on the rocks could be dangerous but we promised to be careful.  My youngest cousin, who is five years younger, tagged along with us. When we were done exploring, she was not ready to leave, so we left her on the rocks. She made it home safely, but our parents were not happy with our decision to leave her behind. Our next solo visit was not until a few years later when we could be trusted to make better choices.

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#AtoZChallenge | I is for Ice, Ice, Baby

With winter comes ice. Lots and lots of ice.  I live on a long dirt road that ends in a final downhill dip which means that during the winter season it often becomes challenging to maneuver and sometimes even impossible when it ices over.

I got my first concussion this winter during one particularly treacherous stretch as I tried to exit my car after it slid towards the neighbors driveway and got stuck. One step and I immediately fell flat on my back slamming my head on the unyielding ice before I could make it to the garage and get dirt put down to improve traction. It was scary.

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#AtoZChallenge | H is for Hidden Under the Snow

As I was going through all of my winter pictures to decide what I wanted to including in my posts for this A to Z challenge, I started coming across a number of pictures of things partially hidden by mounds of snow and slowly a thought for H came into focus.

We try to bring things inside before the more intense winter weather hits but inevitably each year there are a few items that either by intention, or a lack of time, stay outside and have to brave the elements.  As winter progresses, they start to get more and more hidden by the snow.

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