My sister has been trying to get Mark and me to go to Maine with her for the last few summers.
Something always seemed to come up, but this time when she called we said- let's go.
We have been collecting miles on our credit card for a number years so we knew we had enough points for two tickets.
We wanted to do this on a shoestring because, let's face it, things are tight for us all right now.
So with free tickets and a free place to stay we each packed one carry on bag.
If it would not go in the bag it could not go.
I surprised myself by getting everything I needed in a backpack that weight 12 pounds.
It is a wonder what you can a.-live without and b.- do without if you really want to go somewhere and travel light.
We flew out of Raleigh to DC and on to Portland.
My sister picked us up with Lobster rolls in the cooler!
We headed up to the cabin and the first thing we did was take a dip in the lake.
With temperatures in the 90's the water was perfect.
We made a side trip over to New Hampshire and up Mt.Washington
My sister talked us into paying for the tour and letting someone else drive us up and back.
We have been up many mountains before and I really didn't understand why we could not drive it our selves. She keep saying trust me- let some one else drive this for you.
Well- she was right- it was amazing and worth the price to have someone else drive.
I was amazed at the changes as we drove up to the top.
We went from heavy vegetation, to smaller and smaller vegetation.
Until we reached the top which was just rocks and grass.
The trees, right before the top, are the size of bonsai trees they are small- but some are 100 years old.
The higher we went the harder it is for things to grow.
There is an old lodge at the top that is now a small museum.
In the "old "days you could have gone up there and stayed over.
There was a small entry way one lager room for eating and then a hallway with bunk-beds stacked three high.
All the comforts of home!
The weather there is so wacky it is not unusual to have winter winds of 100 to130 miles an hour.
The hardest recorded wind was 231 miles an hour!
I am such a wimp all I could think of was, not me!
I keep thinking about those people who looked up and thought,"we just have to get up there."
Not me, I would have been the one at home tending the fires.
But- you can see we found a couple of great jugs to look at. In fact with no one to tell us we couldn't we did pick them up and take a good look at them.....just moving the dust around a bit.
And-what would Maine be without the Seafood, scallops, clams,shrimp and ,of course, Lobster !
Made me think I might have to go visit Hollis next! I hear the Seafood there is pretty darn good as well.
It was great to go, relax and just kick back.
With Sunday being tomorrow I might just finish reading my book and catch up on my blog reading before I have to get back to work on Monday.