When we arrived at Lincolnville, Maine to catch the ferry to Islesboro, where the weddding was taking place, we found my niece Keaton, sister of the groom, and her family waiting for the ferry we were to catch.

We had some good crab rolls from the restaurant by the ferry dock while we waited and were soon riding the waves of Penobscot Bay over to Islesboro. My family used to have a house on Islesboro, and we vacationed there many summers when I was a teen. It is a haunted island for me, and ghosts swirled around the festivities of the wedding, making for a complicated week of fun and melancholy.