We seem to get up this bay about every 3 years. The anchorage is second to none. Yes, that's a swimming ladder, and we used it, gladly.

Not everybody loves Blue Hill's inner harbor. Those that don't usually have a story of an inflatable stuck in the mud. A rowboat drawing a few inches has made the inner harbor our oyster over the years.

This season, we hiked up to the top of Blue Hill with our friends Iain and Fiona. The trail starts in the Post office parking lot. Looks easy enough.

And where else but the enchanted Maine woods, could a little girl hiking with her beloved stuffed horse, meet a soft spoken Englishman the size of Harry Potters Hagrid,...and he is carrying his beloved stuffed sheep,... named Larry?

Up and up we went,...I lagged behind taking pictures.

Iain the hiker is the equivalent of a full sized hummer. Finally, he gave us a break.

Then up, up, up again. Some of us had to be carried.

Finally, we made the top. It was surprising to see how much water there is between Blue Hill and the Atlantic. But more surprising(if you could look to our left), was how much water there is behind Blue Hill, and going far inland. We're in the middle of a back water that would take a week to explore. And I have never been there.

The hikers reward, going down,..... "You coming?", she smiled.