Mountain Mania

I'm torn. And no, not torn a la Natalie Imbruglia circa 1997. I'm

torn between wanting to be a mermaid and swim the world's waters

for the rest of my life and wanting to be a mountain nomad.  I don't

think it helps that I'm listening to William Elliot Whitmore's deep

husky voice and the playing of his banjo. Paul would run into the

woods and never come out if he had his way. Kobe, I think he'd

pick the ocean - being a baby city dog, he's actually kind of afraid

of deep, dark forests. Maybe this island is ideal, an island of 

equilibrium.  And although these mountains don't compare to those of

British Columbia, where the tips seem to tickle the clouds, these

are remarkable in their own right. These photos are from our way

back home, driving again along the Cabot Trail. This time we made

stops at quaint shops nestled between trees up in the mountains and

drove through more small fishing villages that hugged the coastline.

Every minute of this drive was spectacular and breathtaking, and I

think we're going to come to come back in the heart of autumn when

the mountains are exploding with colour. Just imagine the sights!

- Oh, do I have plans for you, lobster trap. - 

Outfit:

Thrifted // Jean Jacket

Thrifted // Shirt

Thrifted // Skirt

The Artful Badger // Necklace

Gifts from Paul // Rings