...but, even when there is no power there can always be a picnic. So, a few cheeses, a variety of crackers, several apples, two bottles of water were thrown into a backpack. The camera was snagged, and off we went into the full richness of autumnal weather—headed to the south shore.

Not that long after our return (and naps), the hydro came back on—a few minutes before its appointed four o'clock hour.

So, although the wood-stove worked fine all day while we were gone, staving of the chilly damp and never needing a single electron, we once again have light, wi-fi, and leftovers (warming on the electric range). Back in the lap of luxury so to speak, but rather missing the blackoput.

Pinebox Mobile pulled out down the Lane shortly after nine this morning, southward bound. Like the sandhills...

Hundreds and hundreds of cranes, all over the Island, flocking up for their long trip south.

Quite an electrifying day, capped off by a rainbow far across Mudge Bay.

Faint, it is true, but still there, with pots of gold at both ends.