Ahhh, the nice crisp Maine air. It’s 55* outside with low humidity and the sun breaking up over the trees behind the rig. What more could a couple of fulltiming people ask for?
Our trip from New Hampshire was just as we like them, uneventful. It was decided that rather than boondock in Bill and Kym’s back field that we would park, once again, in brother Mike and Shauna’s driveway. Far too many privileges go with that parking space to turn it down. So we pulled up in front and snaked the fifthwheel into place just like slipping a hand into a glove.
This is my boyhood home. Dad and mom brought this house back in 1949 and I lived here until after graduating from college and enlisting in the Coast Guard in 1969.
Mike and Shauna have done a great job restoring and decorating the house back to its period which is late 1800’s or early 1900’s. The old homestead looks great.
Well, now that we’re here we’re going to hunker down and relax while rejuvenating ourselves for more traveling, rallies, and sightseeing between here and Michigan. We’ll do some biking, walking, and, maybe, a canoe trip on the Marsh Stream while we’re here. Oh yes, can’t forget the wine run to Winterport Winery. We hear the cranberry wine is to die for – we’ll just have to check it out.
So, that’s it for today from Belfast, Maine. You can take the boy out of Maine but, you can’t take Maine out of the boy.