48 Hours (in Maine)

A Warm Welcome
A Warm Welcome

At around 6:30 AM Friday morning, Mr. Grey came into my room as I got out of the shower and demanded to know, “WHY IS EVERYONE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?” He could be forgiven for yelling as it was still pitch black outside and I was sure he’d forgotten that we were going to Maine.

“It’s only a little bit before we usually get up, buddy, but we’ve got to get moving so we can catch our flight”

“YEAAAA, we get to go on an AIRPLANE?”

We flew up to Manchester, NH from BWI with plans to drive up to Oakland, ME to visit our friends who moved away from Annapolis in July. The drive from MHT to Oakland is an easy one, even if it is a bit long – 2 hours 45 minutes – but it was worth it to save nearly $700 over flying into Portland, ME.

Within 10 minutes of our arrival, Mr. Grey had managed to hit Andy with a large rock, right smack on his head. Andy took it in stride – shock – but we felt awful about it. Luckily, the bleeding stopped and we didn’t need to go to the emergency room.

Fishing Camp
Fishing Camp

Andy treated us to two soups, a fall harvest soup (using up the CSA) and seafood chowder for dinner on Friday night. Both were awesome and just right as the temperature started to dip down into the 40’s. After dinner (and getting the kids to bed) we enjoyed some beers by the wood stove.

Saturday was jam-packed, with a morning hike led by Shawn, a trip to the Post Office Cafe in Mt. Vernon, a stop at Day’s General Store in Belgrade, and a trip out in the boat for a bit of fishing. As usual, the 5 and 6 year olds were more interested in the boat ride and playing with the lures than actually fishing, but that didn’t stop Andy and me from casting a few lines. (Shawn and Mrs. TKD snuck off to town and did a little shopping while we attempted to fish.)

Again, dinner was fantastic – steamed Maine lobsters – and we had a great time talking about everything from fishing to the merits of the current educational system to whether or not the US economy is off the rails.

Sunday came too quickly and the regret of not staying an extra night sunk. We packed up the rental car and drove down the driveway. By 5:30 we were back in our house in MD. Two things struck me: We live a lot closer to our neighbors, and the trees were all still green.

The Cove
The Cove

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