November has its moments, and a good number were on display on Friday. A half hour with nothing to do but cast off and drift for a bit. Climb around on the ridge above Ellsworth Lake. Watch the breeze riffle the needles of a young white pine. Make a circuit around an old barn that creaks and groans in the warm sun.
F.H. Skow owned that land around the turn of the last century. There hasn’t been a farm there for a long time, though. The old barn perches on the edge of Elmer’s Essex Road sand and gravel pit now. One day it will come down, but not just yet. I gave it a wide berth, just in case. Gravel trucks moved in and out, the red Coast Guard helicopter cruised overhead. It was time to go.