The Camp: Sous la neige

(Mark was feeling a little fancy when he came up with the title for this post.)

After driving around Bar Harbor, we headed out to the camp. The roads were really good, but we didn't dare drive the Honda Civic all the way into the house. So we parked at the head of the driveway and walked down. Frances was a real trooper.

And this is what we saw:

The foundation next to the tennis court.

The tennis court.

The house itself.

The most photographed tree.

The dock, without the dock.

Baby Frances and the reef.

The house from the dock.

Looking south into the cove. It was a beautiful day really, not at all as cold as 21 degrees sounds.

Hardwood Island in the distance.

The woodshop.

The driveway on our way out.

Maybe because it was such a beautiful day, it didn't seem so different than in the summer.