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September 9, 2007

Highlights from the Trip

We got home yesterday afternoon, a bit frazzled and very tired. The last two days of driving we decided to take it a bit easier on ourselves and get more sleep.

I think we took about 300 photos (a lot given that this was not really a sight-seeing trip), so I'm distilling them here to something more manageable. There are still a lot of photos after the cut.

Technorati Tags: maine, travel

I'll skip highlights from the drive out to Maine, as those are in a previous post.

First, here's where we stayed: a cottage belonging to our friend George on a little island in Megunticook Lake, outside of Camden, Maine. The cottage has a minimal septic system and no electricity. You reach it by rowing out in a canoe or rowboat.

The events of the second day on the island began with the exciting transport of a new Victrola, this one with better sound than the one already on the island. Of course, transporting the Victrola meant putting it in a rowboat.

When the new model was installed (it is the smaller cabinet in this photo), the two Victrolas were compared and contrasted, some adjustments were made, and then a grand sorting of the Victrola records was undertaken, with many being carried off to be bound into albums.

Later that day, the party set off on an epic march up to Maiden Cliff, overlooking the lake.

The intrepid climbing party. All we needed were some outrageously large hats for the ladies, and a couple of discreet servants in the background to carry picnic hampers.

A day or so later, we set off to Lincolnville to have lobster. On the previous visit, we ate at the Lobster Pound, but this time we ate across the street at Chez Michel. Of the two, Lobster Pound had the better lobster by far. Chez Michel did have very fine French bread, though.

On Sunday, we went up to Blue Hill to the fair. George wanted to see the sheepdog trials (we went on Sunday and saw the finals, but I think I would have preferred the open trials). It was a nice little fair, not too crowded and not too sophisticated. There were some very good sheepdogs.

Here's a view over the fair. The usual collection of fair foods and game booths.

The highlight for me was the 4H pavilion.

That night we lit a fire in the big fireplace with the owl andirons. Because there's no electricity at the island, all evening activities had to take place by lamplight. This meant fairly limited reading or other detailed activities.

Most of Goldie's days were spent trying desperately to drink the entire lake. I think she may have lowered the level by an inch or two.

Rosie spent a lot of time lying in the water, interspersed with a few games of stick. As you can see, she was wagging while she swam.

And after you swim, there's nothing like a nice roll in the sand to exfoliate.

In the meantime, Noel and George spent an entire afternoon working on making a miter box. This is less straightforward when all your tools are hand tools.

Later in the day, George, Christo, and I went to Rockland to the Farnsworth to look at some of the Wyeths. I was largely unimpressed by the watercolours, but the museum was fun. Afterward, we stopped to look at the harbor in Rockport (apparently there are a lot of rocks around that bit of Maine).

For my dad: some Belted Galloways on the drive back to the cottage.

And then home. We drove and drove and drove, and just as the girls were starting to get really tired of being in the car we got to the rest stop at the edge of Utah, on the Bonneville Salt Flats, and they got to experience the miracle of salt bloom.

It doesn't smell like snow.

Rosie was enjoying rolling in the salt.

It's slightly moist, so it sticks to the bottom of your shows in a thick mat. You have to beat your shoes to get the salt off.

And rolling in the salt is thirsty business.

And now back to thesis and work.

Posted by ayse on 09/09/07 at 5:14 PM