Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Maine-ee-acs

We got an email from Libby. She’s beginning to work on Christmas wreaths. Greenery isn’t cut for those wreaths until after there have been three hard frosts. They have had their first snowfall too (4 inches). Interesting how the weather changes across the country. This weekend in Indianapolis we will be enjoying 60-70 degrees. Dan says his friends on the river are planning on putting the boat in one last time.

We were in Maine close to 8 weeks ago. In early September the evenings were cool and the days a very comfortable 75-80. It rained the first day we were there, but it was virtually cloud free every day. This was our first trip with the whole family (as adults…so to speak).


We rented a “cabin” with pond (Great Pond) access—quite a large inland lake (in Indiana speak). Mollie, Joel and the baby had the upstairs room. Dan and Nora shared the loft, Mike and I had the bedroom on the main floor and Harry had a room in the lower level. We made do with one bathroom pretty well. Our dinners alternated between Lilly and Allan’s and our place.

We flew into Portland and drove to our Great Pond location in the Belgrade Lakes area. Unpacked cooked a meal and planned our tourist strategy. We had decided on spending one night in Bar Harbor so that we could see the sights on Mt. Desert Island and go hiking at Acadia National Park.

The coast was as beautiful as I remembered it. The sky was unbelievably blue and the water clear and a shade darker. We took an easy-moderate trail and then walked along the water. Near Devil’s Punchbowl and Sand Beach. It was hard to believe that the week before 7 people were washed into the water from one spot because of hurricane weather.



Our remaining days were spent with our Maine friends, swimming, canoeing and short shopping trips. Oh, and evening games of Uno. I thought that there would be a dust-up when one evening a two hour game was called at midnight with no winner.

Probably a week that we'll remember and talk about later with pleasure. They don't happen often enough, do they?

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