Yesterday was our first full day in Maine. In every conceivable way it checked all the boxes. I took pictures and they’re nice but as always they fail to tell the story.
The first thing we did when we arrived on Saturday was to open all the windows in the house. Although Fernwood has AC it is only used in emergencies. Yesterday was no emergency. Waking up at 5:45 to a 58 degree house was a wonderful reminder that we weren’t in Short Pump anymore. I took my morning coffee on the dock and watched the lake wake up. About 8:30 or so Pam and I had breakfast on the screened porch listening to the birds serenading us.
Just before I took the kayak out for some fishing I had to listen to Pam make the reasonable suggestion that seeing as how I had just spent two days driving from Virginia I should probably limit my fishing expedition to no more than an hour or so on account of my famously temperamental back. I nodded politely, having no intention to do anything of the sort. I have been waiting since last Fall to do some fishing on this lake and I wasn’t about to let a lousy back stop me. The first catch of the summer will not soon be forgotten—down by the dam I pulled in not one but two bass—on the same cast! I have attached photographic evidence to this post lest any of you suspect me of exaggeration.
Lunch was taken on the porch by which time the high temperature had crept up to a sizzling 78 degrees. Today they are saying we might reach 80. I am aware that most of you reading this blog are enduring a 100+ heat wave with staggering levels of humidity. For a brief moment I thought about not mentioning our gorgeous weather situation here on Quantabacook out of respect and courtesy. But then I snapped out of it. After all, what’s a vacation if you can’t Facebrag about it!
By the time I was due for my afternoon nap Patrick and Sarah arrived, their wonderful golden retriever Frisco in tow. There was much unpacking to do and getting situated. Then Pam and I made the first of many dinners from the grill—sausage and shrimp, roasted potatoes and fresh sweet corn. Then, of course this being Maine, we simply had to hop in the car and drive up to Super Scoops for some ice cream. The selfie that Pam took captured the moment quite nicely.
Last night I slept like a man who feels like he’s gotten away with something. That’s because I kinda have. Tomorrow Kaitlin, Jon and Silas arrive. Pam and I will drive down to Portland to pick them up at the airport. Then the house will be full…along with our hearts.
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