The top of Gorham Mountain and a fast running tide in Ship Harbor near the mouth of the Atlantic:
I spread some ashes at each spot on my first leg of the parks that mom and dad traveled to over the years. The red blueberry plant and pine near each other was one of the most beautiful spots I have encountered and I spread some ashes under each of these plants. Overlooking the ocean and windswept, we saw several happy dogs hike past this spot and we ate lunch there. It will be lovely and desolate when snow comes.
Mom & dad’s ashes lay on a rock awaiting the tide to sweep them away. Peter built a temporary memorial at the edge of the water.
