A three-hour lunch with a good friend at the Pickled Wrinkle (Isn’t that a great name for a pub?) was a wonderful way to spend a Friday afternoon. That’s how I found myself just a couple of miles from Schoodic Point near sunset. I was the only person there as I snapped these quick pictures with my phone this afternoon.
It felt a bit odd to be in such a popular spot by myself. I might have lingered if the wind hadn’t been so biting cold. All in all, it was a lovely way to end the day.