Saturday was the quintessential Maine winter day…not a cloud in the ski, visibility for miles and air so crisp you want to breath deep because even locals can smell the fir trees on days like this.
You may have read my post before about Brooks Maine…well Saturday I drove Rt 7 straight North, through Brooks to get to the annual spin-in held at the Newport Elementary school (you can see more photos and details here). But the drive over reminded me, to remind you, that once or twice during your stay you should drive this road through rolling farmland, beautiful lakes and apple orchards. It would be a challenging bike ride, a spectacular motorcycle or sports carve drive and still perfectly safe in a large RV or dually truck.
It must happen to you…I was so busy enjoying the scenery that I forgot to take pictures. Flicker to the rescue! I found some shots (like the one to the left) that Carol Tetrault took…click over and check out her photostream…You’ll be convinced to have us plot you a personalized itinerary…and we’d be happy to.
There was Spring in the air today…I heard more chickadees and phoebes than I have in months, the ground smelled warmer and the goats hung out on their rooftop soaking up the sun…I hope this isn’t a cruel joke…
J.J. the hound and I walked to Moose Point State Park…
This is what we saw:
When we got back we accomplished more tasks from the list…insurance phone calls, banking phone calls, a new Dog aquarium sign ordered…and the beginning work on new business cards…boy I’m efficient!
The storm came out of the Southeast…it started raining in the early hours and didn’t stop for 48 hours…it was warm and there were times I thought for certain we’d find our sky lights and roof shingles scattered across the playground in front of the house. Sunday morning we had enough snow for a good ski…this is what things look like on Tuesday afternoon.
It’s the second day of monochromatic winter…everything is in shades of gray from early morning until there’s no more light in the evening…funny how during these days the nighttime sky is brighter than the one we look at all day. But there’s fresh snow on the ground, now cold winds and we’ve been skiing around the park to keep the chocolate brownies and extra computer time from showing up on our posteriors…a constant consideration these days 😉
In a perverse way I’m starting to panic that the winter is flying by too quickly and I haven’t been doing all that I wanted. Understanding that I loath to be away am content here at the campground I panic cringe when I see too many commitments on the horizon. Already my calendar is filling with trips to Boston for the big wholesale gift show (I’m not much of a shopper so this event in the Hynes Auditorium is overwhelming), Portland for the New England Products show (overwhelming for a different reason~ so many beautiful things that cost so much more than we can have), Freeport for SPA (OK…no complaints, this is a wonderful weekend filled with knitting, spinning and chatting by the fire with 500+ other women) and Bangor for the accountant and a library affair.
You know, when I list it out things don’t sound so bad…bring it on! These are some photos of yesterday’s skiing. If you look closely you’ll see two big ships in the bay waiting out the storm and Steven’s wearing his Christmas present, a new vest…if you were here this Fall I was just dyeing the wool and spinning the yarn in preparation. Neeshee is the goat with big horns and the fiber is his…at the moment the vest is the only bright spot of color on the horizon.