And...we're back - completely blessed to have missed the inferno that was last week. We wore sweaters in the mornings, swam in the warm lake in the afternoons, ate at least five lobsters each (mostly rolls, but one, as you can see below, in full semi-soft shelled/full bodied glory) and even went sailing on a big wooden scooner. (Above is the Welcome to Camden/Rockport Arch that also welcomed everyone to Peyton Place).
Camden Harbor at dusk
Porter, making a great leap, seemingly without arms. I, unfortunately, did something similar -- but with my glasses on my face. I only realized that mistake 15 minutes later after emerging form the water and blindly crawling all over the dock in pointless search. Then I cried. Then my uncle borrowed a snorkeling mask from the neighbors and miraculously plucked them from the bottom of Megunticook Lake on his first attempt.
Commodore Al Osgood, father to my uncle Al Osgood!
Porter runs the ridge along the blueberry fields.
Vintage books in the back room of the wonderful Goose River Exchange in Camden. We made a very, very special purchase here! (It will be unveiled in the next post).
We stocked up on bacon so deeply smoked that it doesn't require refridgeration...and lots of rhubarb strawberry jam at Beth's Farm Market.
Porter chases cousin Hudson on the dock. He flees.