We finally closed for the season the other day because the wind and the rain made life outdoors too inhospitable for everyone involved…but it’s always with a mixed emotions. Sure, we’re happy to move into a quieter time where we have long, uninterrupted stretches to focus on tasks at hand but conversely, it’s more fun to talk with guests than it is to dive into the stacks of paperwork we’ve put off… Read More
Now’s the time when the reservations start flooding our world…the sun is shining, the tents and RV’s are begging to be opened up and aired out. In the Spring, most of my morning and evening work hours are spent in front of the computer, answering e-mails, returning phone calls and booking sites. This is my 23rd summer of this responsibility and I take it as seriously now as I did before… Read More
In my mind I was going to create one of those catchy slide shows…you know, the ones that click through 100 amazing photos in 2.5 minutes accompanied by some up-beat music…that’s why it’s been so long since the last posting. But the weather has been spectacular and I’ve found a thousand reasons not to be in the office doing computer chores…so here are a few of the photos that may some day… Read More
It’s as blustery and gray as a day can be in Maine…a reminder of what things will be like in a couple of weeks. Luckily our salad greens are ready to hoop and the kale, mustard and swiss chard promise to carry us towards Christmas. We’ve been pulling plants and piling seaweed onto the raised beds that will stay dormant through the winter…tomorrow the goats get their Fall shearing…mohair for everyone!
The bride was beautiful, the weather was perfect and the groom was a magical prince who made everything memorable with his charm. A wedding on a campground beach is a casual affair that lends its own flavor…irreplicable in a traditional setting.
Clean up weekend is a reminder that Community builds dreams. Every week people who see the campground for the first time tell me that they’re blown away by the creativity and the gardens…the general atmosphere in the park. I think it’s the residual energy of past guests that they’re feeling. This past weekend really brought that belief home. This is a hard post to write because the gratitude in our hearts feels too big to… Read More
My world crackled with dried pine boughs, the gurgle of the stream (quivering with elvers), the lapping of the waves, the distant sound of bell buoys and the cacophony of sea birds…gulls and ducks and osprey. The fog changes our perceptions of distance…Steven’s chainsaw at the art studio sounded miles away but the bell buoys off Sears Island sounded like you could reach out and touch them…a magical afternoon of chores. What… Read More