Serenity - Port Clyde, Maine - September 2, 2000. We drove through the dense fog for 20 miles at speeds approaching crawling with a full car of my aunt, cousin, cousin's husband, Donna and I to get some supper. The trip down was anything but serene, but after eating a fresh lobster roll, washed down with a cold beer, sitting on the dock in the near silence was the very definition of serenity. (12/23/2003)