Finally! Randy and I are on the road to Maine. After spending a week in Oneida and the weekend in Boston, I’m super excited to start our summer adventure. Randy ran into an old friend in Boston that offered us his cabin in Maine. This is such an awesome idea, in theory…
After driving all day to get up to Central Maine, we finally get to the town we’re looking for. Randy and I start getting nervous on the 3 mile secluded dirt road that was the final approach to the cabin. The cabin turned out to be totally spooky, though I’m sure arriving at dusk helped that out. It was built in 1890 and you could tell. Creeky floor boards, dusty beds, old knick-knacks/toys/tools, no electricity or running water and a rusty clever hanging in the kitchen… there was no way I was spending the night there. I probably sound like a huge wuss, but seriously, it was the classic opening scene to a horror movie.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures…I just jumped back in the truck and we left. Randy didn’t put up much of a fight. (Randy – No I didn’t.)
We had passed a cute and clean campground on the way to the house so we went back there and set up our tent just before it got dark. I made a simple stir-fry on the new camp stove we got earlier that day and we just relaxed by the fire for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow we’re off to Acadia!