The lovely people who rented their home to us left lots of little notes around the place: “Board games in here!,” “The heater takes a while, be patient!” “More pillows coming soon!” etc.
A quite longer one was posted on the fridge about the four kayaks boasted about in the rental listing. For a full page, they dashed any hopes of us ever having a relaxing adventure on the sea. Essentially, if the fog comes out, you WILL die. If the tide is too strong, you WILL die. If you are not an Olympic kayaker you WILL die. Because: “Unfortunately many people die each year,” by putting themselves in these innocent-looking, colorful plastic boats.
Being an ever-cautious family, we did not turn our noses up at their warning. We really did not want to die. Obviously though, on Facebook, we’d like to appear to be an adventurous, fun and carefree family.
So Mom and Dad had the brilliant idea of using some trick photography to create this illusion. Annnnd, if the tide hadn’t been out I really think it would’ve worked like a charm.
Dad: Vietnam veteran, father, lawyer—and now a fearless sea captain on the mighty Atlantic. Hmm, Mom just looks more like a calm baby about to be floated out in a basket down the river. But there is some excitement in that, too. Moses, anyone?
Again, they really do amuse each other. A classic and favorite Maine activity is visiting the old high school where Uncle Tom used to teach. Whenever we are in town we always run into his former students, which is exciting and makes us feel a bit like locals (by extension). Everything in Maine is sweet and cute and charming. There was supposed to be an art gallery walk in town, but everything was closed except for one. Watching this boy, who took his job learning how to make a clay bowl very, very seriously made up for it.
Afterwards, we went to buy jam at the most quirky place one can buy jam. Sadly, it turned out to be closed without a (living) soul in sight. Nevertheless, we explored the grounds. It’s called Nervous Nellie’s. They make homemade delicious jam in small batches in one building (I know this because we returned later in the week). The rest of the buildings are staged to create a small village complete with a bar, a prison, a brothel, and a grocery store. Everything really.
I told Mom I didn’t think it was a good idea to head into the forest, but she was not to be stopped. There were lots of wooden witches, knights and rusted tricycles and cradles, which I found most creepy of all. Goodness, there’s nothing scarier than 1800’s children.
Were 1800’s mothers perpetually terrified and wary of their babies or did they learn to cope? Aunt Mary Beth tried to sit next to this statue and it promptly fell over on her. One really shouldn’t disturb the statues. We headed back to the car and MB wondered aloud if the car would still be there. Dun, dun, dun … More organized chaos on our way out. (Oh and the car was still there).
Moment of silence for the fallen lobsters of Maine.
If I don’t walk enough, my NYC legs get very restless and unhappy. After a day of a bit too much lounging I was literally skipping down the aisles of the grocery store and doing little squats in the produce aisle. So finally, the next day, we made it to a hiking trail.
Actually, once we got to the top of the hill there was a more treacherous hill with a steep, rocky incline. I wasn’t really having that because I kept having visions of me breaking my elbow again. A nurse with a broken arm is pretty useless. Aunt Mary Beth and I valiantly made it almost to the top. Anna and Aunt Maureen were coming to town and we had to pick them up. Everything may look nice and rosy, but that’s because I’m not gonna delve into Maureen’s journey here (overbooked flight, stay in a dirty hotel room with a broken toilet, etc.) and Anna’s 12 hours on a bus.
All that matters is that eventually, both of them made it to Maine.
What crazy antics will Anna and Maureen get into?! Stay tuned for the next Maine post.