From March 31 to April 2 of this year we had a little getaway to the Anchorage Inn at York Beach in Maine.  It was quite pleasant and relaxing.  We arrived at sunset on Mar-31, and I took this picture of the sign.

We stayed there with Pat's parents, who typically come up to York Beach once a year during the off season.

At one point in the wooded trails of the refuge, there was a wooden bridge over a drainage gully.  Pat and Lynnea stopped to look down, but the gully was dry.

We also visited the Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge.  It was a little too early in the season to see much in the way of wildlife, but it was still an enjoyable stroll with pretty scenery.

And indeed they are savage rocks.  Not the sort of spot you'd want to bring a boat to.  Isn't this a great shot?  Patty took this picture.

Early on the morning I went out of the inn, crossed the street, and strolled out on to the beach to do a little bird watching.  I saw Oldsquaws, Eiders, and a couple different types of Scoters, and a number of birds I couldn't identify.

Here's me loading drinks into the little refrigerator in our room.

The place was quite large.  The building in the foreground is the office, and behind it is the inn… all of the rooms have balconies and ocean views.

Unfortunately we didn't stay in any of these rooms.  There is a building behind the inn, a late addition in an effort to house more guests, called “The Atrium”, and that is where we stayed.

Lynnea took this picture of the view that diners at the Sun and Surf get to enjoy.  Pretty nice isn't it?

This placque by the side of the road, explaining just what Boon Island Light was, where it came from, and the history of it and the little island it stands on.  The lighthouse has been destroyed and rebuilt four times!

Note also that it is 137 feet high and is barely visible at a distance of 6.5 miles… I think the people who are fighting Cape Wind are a bunch of whiners.  Especially the folks on Nantucket who would be nearly FOURTEEN MILES from the wind towers.

The marsh was eating away at the raised land upon which the forest stood, and in many places you could see the trees and forest floor sliding away.  Just beyond the trees on the left was a house at the edge of the refuge which was cordoned off with yellow warning tape.  The soil behind the house was collapsing and sooner or later the house would fall into the basin just like this tree here.