For as long as we have lived here in Maine I have visited the small loop back road that circles beyond Hendricks Head beach along the Sheepscot River salt marsh connecting to Dogfish Head Road overlooking Ebenecook Harbor, on Southport. Its a meditative path that never failed to cool my jets, which have long since cooled on their own as I move along the other roads less traveled. We all have our spots, I'd guess. This one gives me pause.
Often when I have taken a little break from it all, during a visit to the “boardwalk”, as I have come to call it, folks would saunter by on a stroll of their own. I fondly remember making a photograph of Mr. and Mrs. Ed Furber, after we had greeted, as they strode along on what I guessed was a regular walk. When we went our separate ways, they headed on toward the Dogfish Head end of the loop in perfect synchronized stride, holding hands. Its an image that needed no camera to remember.
Lonny Sisson used to love to tell me stories about when he lived off the loop at what I think became a Gibson place, at the end of what is now Carson lane. When Lonny lived there he said it was a pretty rugged establishment--- not many frills, I recall him saying. During the time of his residence there Rachael Carson camped out nearby. She and Lonny often bumped into each other during their respective outings - his to paint, hers to write and contemplate - not that Lonny didn't contemplate!
Lonny liked to tell a story about how he would hide little rubber lobsters around the salt marsh area for Ms. Carson to find. He would laugh about how he enjoyed preparing little distractions which would lead to visits and maybe a tea or two. I'm not sure if Lonny was aware of how significant their meetings were during that time. He had a way of creating turmoil, but I suspect it may have been a nice break for both Sisson and Carson.