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Day 6… the barn, with a lobster meet and greet.

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On the last full day with our company, we honored their request. No more road trips, no more sightseeing…. just a relaxing day at home.

Or more specifically, the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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T. was like most men who cross its doorstep, instantly smitten and a wee bit jealous. I believe he mentioned wanting one, but I don’t think his wife was on board.

The day was spent playing Name That Crap..

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(Early vacuum cleaner)

Playing pool…

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With some interesting techniques…

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Shucking corn..

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And introducing our southern family to fresh Maine lobster.

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G. was a little leery at first.

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But ended up making friends.

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Never having cooked a live one before, T. was fascinated.

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And after some quality time with the bugs…

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Made his own friend.

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And then dropped him in the pot.

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Unfortunately it was at that exact moment our grill ran out of gas and things had to be moved indoors.

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Finally…

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We had a happy southerner.

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Back in the man cave, cracking instructions were given.

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And everyone enjoyed lobster.

Except me of course. I came up allergic to the succulent crustacean about 9 years ago and am unable to eat it without becoming violently ill.

Boo to that.

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The night ended with cocktails and a birthday cake that elicited a good bit of laughter.

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T.’s late father was a career Marine who, when done talking to his children would bark, “Dismissed!”

And since it was our company’s last night in Maine..

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It seemed an appropriate sentiment.

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Bye bye old door.

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And so it begins, the project I’ve been dreading.

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I get worried when my husband has to repair/replace something inside our home. He’s fine with rough carpentry and rustic places like the barn… but the house?

Where I have to live?

I prefer professionals.

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I was cringing the whole time he and a friend were removing the old front door…. and lost count of how many times I said be careful.

Note – he wasn’t careful. And it was the friend who put a drop cloth down on our brand new floor.

Thank you friend.

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The fact that they got it out in one piece without breaking the glass is a miracle.

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I think even the husband was surprised.

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Giant hole in the house?

Check.

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Door frame on a shrub?

Yup.

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There was even a door under the truck.

The reason for that placement was clearly above my pay grade.

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And now that we had a big hole, it was time to fill it.

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After checking to make sure there was no rotted wood underneath as was the case with the other two doors we replaced.

Thankfully all was well.

To be continued…

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Wrapping up day 5 with ice cream.

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After a marvelous seafood lunch and cocktails in Perkins Cove, we reversed direction and walked back.

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Where the views were still amazing.

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Spending time with some of our favorite people always makes me smile.

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The gardens surrounding the resort at the end are lovely.

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And are always worth a few photos.

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Saying goodbye to Ogunquit, we headed up Route 1 for a well deserved ice cream break.

After a bit of searching, we found an amazing little place with an anything but little selection.

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In case you don’t want to count, there are 74 flavors.

And if you can’t decide?

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Why have one when you can have 6…?

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Their bathroom was fun.

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And even though I couldn’t escape the pickles…

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A good time was had by all.

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❤️

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News you can’t use.

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Because the world is a ridiculous place.

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Have you seen who’s running for office these days?

I think it’s pretty obvious.

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Call me crazy, but a military prison usually isn’t at the top of my vacation wish list.

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We encountered nude beaches in France. They’re nothing like you imagine… trust me on this.

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When you need coffee? You need coffee.

No matter your age.

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Which is what one does when they can’t find a 28 foot tall fire hydrant.

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Day 5… the Marginal Way cliff walk in Ogunquit.

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For day five of our sightseeing tour we chose Ogunquit.

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And my very favorite place to stroll…

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The Marginal Way cliff walk.

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Words aren’t really necessary…

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Just enjoy the views.

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A Tik Tok video was being made here.

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Here?

I think the husband is trying to speak seagull.

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The waterfront “cottages” along the way are pretty sweet.

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To be continued…

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An old friend and the tool museum where the husband makes us miss a boat.

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Our final stop on the Island was an old friend’s farm.

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We got the grand tour and enjoyed hearing his vision for a self sustaining future going forward.

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This is a Katahdin sheep.

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They don’t require sheering and shed their own coats.

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During the long days of lockdown my friend built a Covid Cab…

Boredom is a terrible thing.

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We’re examining bees here.

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After meeting the scarecrow it was off to the barn…

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Built entirely from wood, the old fashioned way.

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The $200k price tag made me gasp, but it was the contents that made my husband’s dreams come true.

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I knew the minute we walked in we’d be missing the 4:00 boat.

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It’s a tool museum you see…

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And my husband was in rusty metal heaven.

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He and my old friend have a lot in common.

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Did they talk?

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Did they ever.

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My husband would have been happy to spend all night there, but we had a boat to catch.

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A sub par lunch, an east end stroll and proof that you can’t go home again..

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After our walk on the beach, G.’s pants were wet so she changed into shorts. This left us trying to dry her clothing in the sun on the roof of the golf cart while we had lunch…. and that required a readying hand.

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The only lunch available this time of year was at the Inn.

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It’s a grand old building…

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That seems to have new management every time we visit.

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We were the only people in the dining room which didn’t bode well.

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Kelp burger?

Hmm… no.

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Tiny flavorless rubber mussels, brightly colored but mediocre cocktails and disappointing sandwiches left us unsatisfied …

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But the view was nice.

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Another shoreline walk on Hamilton Beach…

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And then we drove by my old home.

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Old is the proper adjective because the original section of house on the right was built in 1842.

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And while the old girl still has good bones, I admit to being disappointed by the crumbling stone wall…

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The untrimmed shrubbery, overgrown lawn…

And general feeling of lackadaisical upkeep.

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When we lived here everything was neat as a pin and my father had glorious rows of red roses on the inside of the front wall. I lived here from age 14 to 20 and the place is full of memories, not to mention ghosts of those I’ve loved and lost.

They say you can’t go home again.

I guess they’re right.

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Chandlers Beach

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Swinging around the bend from Chandlers Wharf, we visited Chandlers Beach.

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One of the largest sandy stretches on the Island and the site of many alcohol laden parties when I was young.

Walking along its shores, I was very glad sand can’t talk.

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G. seemed to be enjoying herself.

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A photo of the wharf from the beach…

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With the Casco Bay boat docked.

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Lunch?

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It’s hard to take a bad picture on the Island.

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Even when you’re 11 and a little leery of what’s being handed to you.

No worries, it was just beach glass.

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Back in our Rolls Royce touring sedan… T. was loving the Island experience and reiterating his desire to move to Maine.

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Which is when we drove by the only affordable fixer upper piece of real estate there.

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Day 4… our trip to the Island.

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On the fourth day of our favorite people’s visit we headed over to the Island where I spent my adolescence.

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There’s no bridge, so a $20 round trip per person boat ticket and a $20 a day parking pass must be purchased. It’s pretty, but no one said it was cheap.

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Waiting on the mainland dock I ducked into the freight shack to check if the initials I carved on the bench in my (misspent) youth were still there.

They were, as was this.

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Russel gets around.

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On the Island we landed at the Stone Pier and rented a golf cart for the day.

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At $330 I almost choked, but walking wasn’t an option.

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Our first stop was the west end where my husband’s mother and stepfather used to live.

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He was a lobsterman and walked right across the road to work.

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You can’t beat that for a short commute.

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This sculpture wasn’t there in my day, but it’s interesting.

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Chandlers Wharf. A pier on the opposite end of the island from where we arrived. The larger Casco Bay ferry from Portland stops here.

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The Island is beautiful.

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Home to roughly 350 year round residents, the population swells to 1,600 in the summer.

Boo to that.

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At 3 1/2 miles long and 1 1/2 miles wide, you definitely feel the difference.

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To be continued….

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