Some pics from the trip home.
(If these were just mine, I seriously would not care. But some of these are my brother’s. He is a professional photographer, so I’m going to have to be something of a jerk about this: All pictures, copyright members of my family, all rights reserved etc.)
So, day of arrival (I kid you not) taken from the family dock.
Yeah, the family place (formerly my Grandparents house) is on a lake. We grew up in the same town (which was just about 1,000 people, let’s put it this way, the local High School covered four towns and had an average graduating class of 90), but our house was back in the woods on 19 acres of pine grove, with another 60 across the road, that I ran around in pretending to be an Indian because Indians are cool.
Cowboys being a rather thin on the ground in New England, Cowboys and Indians wasn’t a big game growing up. It was Indians and Redcoats. French & Indian and Revolutionary Wars left an impact.
My Dad and Grampa used to own one of these.
Until the Recession in the late 1970’s. As Grampa said, “180 horses is a lot of mouths to feed.” 😦
But it was awesome growing up there and it is still awesome.
The lake itself has Loons (a personal favorite) and I saw a Bald Eagle circling rather low over the neighbor’s beach as if to say, “Why yes, you can go ahead and leave that toddler alone for a moment. They’ll be fiiiine.” I did not get a pic as I did not want to take my eyes off it to run in the house for my camera. I spent a lot of time with the kids swimming, kayaking and jumping & diving off my brother’s sailboat.
We dumped my Mom’s ashes at sea (and yes, there was some blowback that got a fellow passenger in the face. It was just a tiny bit, but so embarrassing) and took the tour the tour around Casco Bay.
Yeah, it really looks like that
Where your lobster comes from:
I can’t believe lobster rolls are 15$ dollars apiece now. I remember getting them at the local sandwich shack for like 3 or 4$
We stopped by the State Park run animal sanctuary/zoo, the last place rescued wild animals end up when they can’t be returned to the wild.
The Moose, a deer designed by a committee.
This is young male, there was an older one with a full rack lazing back in the woods. And yes, Moose eat bark, among other things.
The Eastern Moose (which is what this particular subspecies is) stands six to seven feet high at the shoulder and weighs between 600 to 800 lbs. In short, they are too big to care.
Except when they are not:
D’aaaawwww! And you can see his tan stockings.
Young cougar, just losing his baby spots.
More to follow.