Roughing it
"Take me to the woods!" I said. "I want to observe wildlife and breathe pine air!"
Unfortunately, our wilderness weekend consisted of blueberry pancakes and a leisurely stroll through the summer home town of our 41st president (I didn't know either: 41st President = George Dubbya, his summer home = Kennebunk Port, ME), followed by a nap in a king sized bed at the Hilton in Portland.
We did get wild there for a second, hiking through an island state park. It was a hella hike: man made trails, benches every 100 feet, warnings of doggy doo and slippery mud, and a promise of an incline no greater than 10 degrees.
A couple of things, though, were truly creepy. Like this:
They're homes. For fairies. I imagine little kids built them. A fun activity for the whole family, except that it reminds me of that crazy Blair Witch Project movie, where the evil witch builds tipis around their tent, which means they will be killed in some supernatural and macabre manner. I thought, this is it. We're gonna die out here... But we were rescued by a couple "hiking" with a stroller, a poodle, and a 2 year old.
There was also a pet cemetary, where Governor Baxter lay to rest his 13 Irish Setters and 1 horse. Yes. This immediately prompted extremely unpleasant memories of being unable to sleep after watching Pet Sematary, based on a novel by Stephen King, who is, indeed, from Maine! I didn't take a picture, I was afraid the horse and setters will get me in my sleep.
At night, it started raining, so we took a walk. When we were getting married, the justice had asked us about things we like to do - and we both said taking walks in the rain...
Next day, we walked around the harbor, while being followed by really eerie seagulls... and butterflies. Reminded me of my childhood, when I used to catch these and rub the delicate powder off its wings to see what would happen. I wasn't a sadist, just a scientist.
Got our feet soaked, and inadvertently spent $300 at the outlets, and the giant liquor store. We'll have to try wilderness again later.
Unfortunately, our wilderness weekend consisted of blueberry pancakes and a leisurely stroll through the summer home town of our 41st president (I didn't know either: 41st President = George Dubbya, his summer home = Kennebunk Port, ME), followed by a nap in a king sized bed at the Hilton in Portland.
We did get wild there for a second, hiking through an island state park. It was a hella hike: man made trails, benches every 100 feet, warnings of doggy doo and slippery mud, and a promise of an incline no greater than 10 degrees.
A couple of things, though, were truly creepy. Like this:
They're homes. For fairies. I imagine little kids built them. A fun activity for the whole family, except that it reminds me of that crazy Blair Witch Project movie, where the evil witch builds tipis around their tent, which means they will be killed in some supernatural and macabre manner. I thought, this is it. We're gonna die out here... But we were rescued by a couple "hiking" with a stroller, a poodle, and a 2 year old.
There was also a pet cemetary, where Governor Baxter lay to rest his 13 Irish Setters and 1 horse. Yes. This immediately prompted extremely unpleasant memories of being unable to sleep after watching Pet Sematary, based on a novel by Stephen King, who is, indeed, from Maine! I didn't take a picture, I was afraid the horse and setters will get me in my sleep.
At night, it started raining, so we took a walk. When we were getting married, the justice had asked us about things we like to do - and we both said taking walks in the rain...
Next day, we walked around the harbor, while being followed by really eerie seagulls... and butterflies. Reminded me of my childhood, when I used to catch these and rub the delicate powder off its wings to see what would happen. I wasn't a sadist, just a scientist.
Got our feet soaked, and inadvertently spent $300 at the outlets, and the giant liquor store. We'll have to try wilderness again later.
Comments
I love the butterfly one. Great post :)