the fingers

View Larger Map We went down to Harpswell yesterday, a town of "fingers" dipping into Casco Bay, where the highway just stops at the end of the land, and there's a walk along the rocky coast and a tiny beach chock full of pebbles. Bro and Songbird had quite a time gathering pebbles and categorizing them into colors, shapes, and patterns. "These are the spectacles!" Songbird said again and again. "Speckled," Kelly would reply.