If you had been on Monhegan last week hoping to see the “supermoon” rising from the sea, it would have looked a lot like the photo above.

It wasn't our primary reason for visiting the “magic island” so we had no idea where or when the moon would rise. But, as we intentionally overheard conversations among the smartphone set, a plan began to take shape.

At the designated hour (quite early for a moon rise it seemed) we circled the wagons and headed off across the island.

Rusty Spear, an island resident and longtime friend, shared local knowledge and an easier path. We had walked 87 miles around the island all day and were reluctant to add another expedition — at least I was.

Anyway, Rusty sent us up the hill from the Monhegan house to a left turn at the Cundy's white fence. From there we headed “over hill and dale,” marsh and wood, to Pulpit Rock and the majestic view to Spain.

There were quite a few people with tripods set and videos raring to go. We staked out our perch and waited. The sky hazed up a bit, and the setting sun's afterglow created a lovely pastel mix above the sea. And then, the moon didn't appear.

Much grousing took place among the anxious gallery as they departed. We hung out to watch the beautiful wash of color shared above. The moon eventually did make an appearance a bit later as it moved above the horizon. And the late night moon lit up the village like Friday night football.

No complaints. Monhegan is a gift always enjoyed. Many thanks for a wonderful visit, and hopefully, many happy returns.