A Movable Maine

I am going with a friend to visit her new house, which she has bought sight unseen. It is on a small island off the coast of Maine although Maine seems to have relocated to the Pacific Northwest. We have to ride this strange boat that requires a strange move to go from one side to the other. The woman piloting the boat makes us practice before she’ll leave dock as she doesn’t want any of us to go overboard. We also have to cross a couple of foot bridges that dip underwater and also require special moves to cross safely. We finally get to her house. It’s very green (New England green, not Pacific Northwest green), but I wonder out loud about the weather in the winter. My friend will be quite isolated. She doesn’t care. There are a number of cats around the house, most of them feral. For some reason I think one of them is Manhattan, but when I get closer to it, it hisses at me and I realize it’s not him. There are also 3 or 4 Chihuahuas living in the house. They all look a bit odd. There are all sorts of clothes and such still there from the previous owners too. I also wonder about the bugs, of which I’ve seen many.