Last Day

When you have been on vacay in one place for a month it is very difficult to leave. And, making it more difficult, I came by car. Sure I have to pack my suitcase. And I need to do laundry first so I have something to wear on the road. And then I have to pack the car. And the trailer. And leave out enough to get ready and go tomorrow am. So it leaves very little time to do a couple favorite things before we all run out. We, michael and me, will be driving back with trailer in tow. We will be driving Marika to Manchester to catch a plane. Manchester is about 4 hours from here. We will be leaving Emily here. She flies out of Portland on 8/2. We got a good deal on her ticket. Anyhow, as I was saying, it’s a load of work getting out of town. So, what am I doing to get ready? Drinking coffee and eating some banana bread. That’s important too. Emily is reading a book. Michael is dead out, he was hammered last night. Marika is in bed because it’s only 9am and this is my daughter we are talking about.

Daughter still in bed. But she did eat and have coffee. Son up and ready.

Now go to dump. There is no garbage service here. We actually go to the dump once a week. It’s really a transfer station but dump is more piquant. Here is what I am talking about:

Emily saw this. One word text from her: hillbilly. That is mean. I prefer white trash. That vehicle btw is the Twin. The finest 1986 station wagon that Buick ever created. You need a stick to hold the back hatch open. AC doesn’t work. Smells inside. But, it is free to drive. Free wins.

So we dumped our junk and garbage. I tossed a table I had taken apart. Seems Maine does allow scavenging at the dump. A gentleman there was collecting scraps and took the entire table. Recycle. The rest of the rubbish was hopeless.

Went across the lake to the other cabin and grabbed our paddleboards. Nancy Nesbitt grandkids had been using them. Nancy actually drove by while we were there passing so I had a chance to say goodbye. We went back to our camp and dumped off the paddle boards and d coded to go out to lunch. There is a new place inside the old grist mill in the center of town. It looks like a place you would find in California. Very un Maine like. Even the prices are high for Maine. I wish them well though I am still waiting on my order. We just changed tables, the previous one got really warm when the sun moved. This one is in deep shade and the chairs are far more comfortable.
Not a great photo but the darkness displays the deepness of the shade. Those planter boxes in the foreground are used by the cooks for some herbs and veggies. Again, un Maine like. Meal was pretty good except my fries were lousy.

After lunch back to camp. We have now successfully packed the trailer and made the bed in the trailer. Making the bed is no small feat. The end of the mattress is tucked under the cabinets at the end sonitnis very difficult to put sheets on and tuck them in. Oh well. All that is left is packing the suitcases and the dogs. And, unfortunately, leaving. Getting home means going to work. Work is not fun. We will be leaving for Beth and Hanks and the last supper. ☹️

Had shish kebab, cole slaw, and potato salad. Maple bars for dessert. We are trying to get to Giffords tonight for a final round of golf and some ice cream. But it’s getting late and we are still sitting here going over the map to pick a route. We may miss golf. That will be sad. But I guess that’s what we have to put up with.

Made it. Unfortunately Michael won by two strokes, even with a partial back nine collapse. We got our last Giffords ice cream of the season. So sad. After that we went back to camp and most of us packed. At least I did. And packed the car as well. And finished packing the trailer. We are almost ready.