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Wed 9/15/65 10:00 pm 
Machias- Seagull Motel Rm 8
Monhegan from the Laura B. appeared a rocky grey mass on the horizon, alone and unsurrounded. It was a departure in grey air; at the dock were Mo + Nick + Ted + John H + the Wollers. - a handful of people. (The Peace rose I had in my lapel was the brightest spot of color.)  The trip was uneventful as trips have a way of becoming when they are repeated year after year from the same port to the same destination.  A Mr. & Mrs. Clough of Marblehead gave me a ride to Rockland, where I met Tom at 3. 
The ride up the coast took us through tiny villages, all with the same cloud of sea air riding over them, all thin lines of homes & stores crowded on both sides of the 2-lane highway.  Jonesboro.  The Machias.  The stretch between was like some far-off view seen thru a stereoscope in high school library.  
The spruces appeared shorter, and the fields more yellow.  And always the sea wind blowing in from the right.  When the sky springs upward over low crests of rolling land it is always startling, and often more memorable than the land!  And landscape is always unstable when seen [[strikethrough]]throu[[/strikethrough]] from a moving car.
So now, after a sea food dinner, at a brightly lit juke-box restaurant called "Helen's" we are in our motel room.  The noises of the highway will keep us company all night.
That is fair of travelling. 

Transcription Notes:
Monhegan is an island off coast of Maine.