We stopped here on our way to Stonington, Maine. We stayed six days. Several locals stopped and politely talked, watched and some became friends. A nearby widow showed us her beloved �camp� and we exchanged cards for years. Two stray kittens also joined us and before the week was out, Debbie had arranged a home for both (big smiles on the new young mother�s faces). One day two women pulled up in a pickup truck carrying kayaks which they were about to launch. Debbie mentioned that �kayaking looks like fun.� She was invited to go, did, and the rideless lady stayed ashore and watched me paint � frequently mentioning �Murray� who owned the small sloop. The next day another couple stopped. It soon became evident that the man was Murray Barbour, the owner, an about-to-retire postal worker. He invited me to use his boat whenever I wished. I didn�t, but it was nice � and tempting. Even though we were �from away�, the Mainers accepted two traveling vagabond painters and made us feel �at home�. This painting attempts to capture the mood of the bay, tides and a respected way of life.