Waking up on a cold September morning, the valley of Post Mills, Vermont was socked in with thick, late-summer fog. Michael Libby, a visiting artist from Maine, and I rose with a purpose and trudged out to prep “The Uncle Sally,” a 14-foot, baby blue, experimentally built steamboat. The curious name is a wink and a nod to Samuel Morey, a local Vermont legend, whose boat “The Aunt Sally,” featured the first internal combustion engine to be used on a watercraft in the early 19th century.
It was a weekend in midwinter and my girlfriend Hillary and I decided to take a drive down to Cape Cod. Rain was threatening, but we crossed our fingers that it would pass to the north of us. Hillary brought along a few old mixtapes and we made our way south down Pilgrims Highway.
We bought tickets and took the noontime ferry three miles out to Peaks Island. Crossing Casco Bay, the rain whipped up, making the islands look drab and forlorn. Michael guided us, retracing his evening commute from the 80s and 90s, when he’d lived on the island but worked in Portland. We hadn’t expected a greeting party, but Jesse was waiting for us and we piled into the back of his truck with his tools.
In the summer of 2015 I took an internship in rural Vermont. Living on my own for the first time, I made sure to bring all the essentials for a summer of learning and growth; lots of non-perishable food items, sunblock, and most importantly my waterski. The internship site resided 400 yards shy of placid Lake Fairlee, and I hoped there might be a generous boater willing to give me a pull.
In recent years, Ireland has become a hot travel destination. It is a unique taste of Europe, known for its pub culture, live music, historic castles, and stunning natural beauty. Best of all, it has become easily accessible via direct flights from New York, Boston, Chicago, and even a few smaller cities on the eastern seaboard.