of course we have weddings here at the campground…always at least one every summer…and sometimes we even know about them ahead of time. (other times we see a serious looking couple standing on the beach with two friends, and an official…they don’t think we’re watching but we’re smiling none the less).
100 years ago, Steven and I got married over on Rosalie’s Bluff in September with all of our friends, family and guests of the campground. We had a wedding day cruise around Islesboro, lobster on the beach and a huge bonfire/bluegrass jam late into the night. I’d share pictures with you but those were the days before digital cameras and I haven’t found the time to convert them…but it was wonderful.
Since then we’ve hosted formal weddings with white dresses, wedding vows in kayaks and lots of variations in the middle. Once in a while I get an e-mail asking me for a “wedding package”…but we don’t do things that way…instead, you tell us what would be perfect and we try to accommodate…it’s a bit like having a cousin as a wedding planner (that would be me).
Part of getting old at the campground is how we’re beginning to say…ohhhh, do you remember when ____ used to throw stones and hunt for starfish…or remember what a brat he was…how can he be so handsome now with such a pretty fiancee?…you get the picture.