Marooned At Sea and The Part Where God and I Duke It Out.
My Mum's friends, D and G, have a beautiful camp on Portage Lake. D offered us a boat ride on their swanky pontoon boat and you know me and boats...who could turn down and offer like that? We got in the boat and pushed away from the dock only to discover that the boat keys were in the camp. We were stuck two arm lengths away (betchu didn't know Sh** Creek was so short eh?) from dock with a too-short paddle! Ideas were bandied about as we drifted further away. Take one for the team and jump in the water? Flag down a jet ski? Wait for the wind? 15 minutes later, the wind and much finesse with the too-short paddle brought us back to the pier! Whew!
Off we went for a beautiful afternoon on the lake. The weather was wonderful.
The scenery and wildlife were magnificent...
We went up Fish River in search of the elusive Maine Moose but didn't see any. Didn't matter, look at that gorgeous glassy water! Glorious!
D and G's granddoggie was staying with them so we took him along. It was his first boat ride....
and you can see he was absolutely terrified....Here's to Dante The Sea Dog!
The next night we went down to our camp in Mattawamkeag Lake for an hot dog roast. Camp used to be one of my favorite places as a kid. All of that water and all of the animals=heaven. We always used to feed raccoons and chipmunks by hand. With the prevalence of rabies in the 'coons now though, we can't get that close to them anymore, but the chippies are still willing. It's fun to put seeds in your hands and have them come up and put their front feet on your fingers and start packing their little cheeks. If you slowly raise your hand they will s t r e t c h until they have no choice but to haul their back legs up and sit right in your hands to eat. I couldn't feed them and take the picture at the same time so I just sat the seeds right next to me on the step. This little guy was more than willing to model for me. He's not even half full of seeds yet and look at his widdle cheeks. I don't know why their heads don't explode. 
As we got ready for supper, a storm was brewing on the horizon.
It rolled in pretty quickly...
But Uncle Donn had made an awesome fire in the old stone pit in front of the camp so we started roasting weiners anyway. We were just starting to eat them when it started to sprinkle. After a few minutes, I raised my fist to the sky and jokingly challenged, " Bring it on Old Man! If you think I'm going inside before I get my s'more, you've got another think coming!", at which point it started to pour. Story of my life. My Bad. I was the one that double dog dared him. God quite a sense of humor. Especially where I'm concerned. I stuck it out and made my s'more in the rain anyway. It tasted just as good wet.
After the storm though, he gave me a sign that we were still buds. Check out the beautiful colors of the sky. This photo hasn't been touched up at all, but it still doesn't do the real thing justice.
The next day I flew to Madison. Thus endeth my Summer 2010 trip to Maine.
Off we went for a beautiful afternoon on the lake. The weather was wonderful.
The scenery and wildlife were magnificent...
We went up Fish River in search of the elusive Maine Moose but didn't see any. Didn't matter, look at that gorgeous glassy water! Glorious!
D and G's granddoggie was staying with them so we took him along. It was his first boat ride....
and you can see he was absolutely terrified....Here's to Dante The Sea Dog!
The next night we went down to our camp in Mattawamkeag Lake for an hot dog roast. Camp used to be one of my favorite places as a kid. All of that water and all of the animals=heaven. We always used to feed raccoons and chipmunks by hand. With the prevalence of rabies in the 'coons now though, we can't get that close to them anymore, but the chippies are still willing. It's fun to put seeds in your hands and have them come up and put their front feet on your fingers and start packing their little cheeks. If you slowly raise your hand they will s t r e t c h until they have no choice but to haul their back legs up and sit right in your hands to eat. I couldn't feed them and take the picture at the same time so I just sat the seeds right next to me on the step. This little guy was more than willing to model for me. He's not even half full of seeds yet and look at his widdle cheeks. I don't know why their heads don't explode. 
As we got ready for supper, a storm was brewing on the horizon.
It rolled in pretty quickly...
But Uncle Donn had made an awesome fire in the old stone pit in front of the camp so we started roasting weiners anyway. We were just starting to eat them when it started to sprinkle. After a few minutes, I raised my fist to the sky and jokingly challenged, " Bring it on Old Man! If you think I'm going inside before I get my s'more, you've got another think coming!", at which point it started to pour. Story of my life. My Bad. I was the one that double dog dared him. God quite a sense of humor. Especially where I'm concerned. I stuck it out and made my s'more in the rain anyway. It tasted just as good wet.
After the storm though, he gave me a sign that we were still buds. Check out the beautiful colors of the sky. This photo hasn't been touched up at all, but it still doesn't do the real thing justice.
The next day I flew to Madison. Thus endeth my Summer 2010 trip to Maine.
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