I apologize for being missing for a bit, but I have been literally incommunicado — no electricity, no running water, no outside communication. Vacation officially started for me yesterday, and yet it really started Saturday when I made the four-hour trek to the North Maine Woods — Northeast Carry to be specific.
I was in heaven.
Kitt and I drove up to meet my cousins at our family camp at the tip of Moosehead Lake. Here are some of our fondest moments:
This sign has been up north as long as I can remember and signals our entry to Moosehead Lake.
Our camp sign. WE MADE IT! Only 2 hours on the WORST dirt roads that you can imagine. That after a two-hour drive to Greenville.
The view from our camp window. This is why I haven’t blogged. Good reason, right???
Kitt still hasn’t taken off that damn fairy costume.
Our view from a boat ride on the second day. I’d say “fishing trip,” but I am not sure if you can call it that considering we didn’t even get one bite.
Kitt’s favorite pastime at Moosehead is playing on the beach. Even in mid-June she swam twice. Brrrrr.
One of our favorite activities at camp is making crafts. Kitt found the rocks and the claws for this mosaic on our beach. I hope that no flesh remains in those claws. The cats may love her mosaic, too!
I even read an entire book. This was on my “don’t have to analyze literary devices” stack for the summer. I also started The Hobbit because (don’t tell anyone) I have never read it. I am on Chapter Three — DON’T TELL ME HOW IT ENDS!!!
Man, I love this place.
Wildlife count — one beaver, six moose, one deer, one rabbit, one hawk, two loons (a day), three baby ducks, a partridge (no pear tree — seriously, a partridge with her babies), and a FEW black flies. We were all amazed at how few there were. I would have taken more pictures but I am honestly the WORST photographer that you can imagine.
And while we were up north, this is what Xandy and his father were doing. Ah, haying has begun. More on that later…now that we are back on the farm!