The husband and I took a trip to visit some friends we knew in New Jersey that now live in Maine. Was a time in my dark past when a bunch of us would pile into RVs and trailers and to to (the horror) NASCAR races together. I would adore the time time spent with friends but could care less about the race.
It was actually those jaunts in our old motor home that planted the seeds that led to our taking off in the fifthwheel. For those that are new here or just don’t know my whole history, the husband and I sold off just about everything (including our beautiful Victorian house in New Jersey) and took off in a 36 foot Crossroads fifthwheel pulled by a Freightliner.
It was an amazing time in our lives. We traveled about visiting hither and yon on a sort of schedule; the husband would do limited work at either a Ranger District or other semi volunteer position for the US Forest Service in return for our camping spot for the summer. In the winter we went back to NJ to visit family and down to Georgia to visit friends and then to just visit wherever.
Until we settled down in Montana and built the yurt but that is another story.
I would do it again in a heartbeat but I don’t think my current health would allow it. And yes we did it with cats.
Travel to Maine
That leads somewhat circuitessly to our recent trip to Maine. We went up to see some of the friends we went to NASCAR races back in the day. I will admit that I was probably the only person in those stands reading a book!
We had been to Maine many years ago on vacation. One year we got in the car and just drove to see how far we would get. We were living in New Jersey at the time and were on a two week trip. We meandered up the coast and got as far as Machiasport, ME, before we decided we had to turn around and head back.
For this trip we were were in Nobleboro and it was a new place for us to visit. I always love when I get to see new areas. Our friends had a travel trailer on their property where we and the cats – yes the cats came with! – could stay. We went up for basically a long weekend although I with it had been longer.
While there we were feted to a fresh from the ocean lobster dinner, perfectly cooked by my friend. And they were delicious! I also had lobster bisque when we went out to eat so I got my lobster on for sure!
Our friends live on a cove off of the Damariscotta River and it was lovely to watch the birds land and hear geese call again. Living in the city has its perks but bird call isn’t one of them. The men went out for a kayak trip one day exploring the environs.
One day they took us about to explore and we were out on the coast and it was really cool to watch the fog roll in. It was a huge bank and it didn’t take long before the town below us was just completely covered by it.
It was certainly something to watch. The wall of fog just rolled right over the city! It was pretty wild. And beautiful. Right behind me was a lovely little lighthouse….
When one lives on a coast, one finds a lot of lighthouses. I don’t know which one this is, I am very sorry. If I were a good travel blogger I would have paid better attention but I was just having fun.
It was such a lovely trip even if we did lose Fang for a while. Little bugger went to ground in the trailer and it took us a while to find him. This is after we did. Where did I find him you ask? Little devil had somehow found a back way into the cabinet under the sink.
Fang is Fang as I always say and Fang is trouble.
On our last night we sat out in front of a fire on what was an absolutely perfect eventing just enjoying each others’ company and making plans for them to come visit us during foliage season.
I will make pie.
They have well behaved cats who will get to stay home as family is close by and can cat sit – or at least this is what I assume. But if not they will be welcome. At least by the humans in the household if not the felines. For we all know how cats are about being “welcoming.”
Don’t we?
It was a truly lovely getaway, Fang barf notwithstanding. The husband is heading back up in just a couple of weeks as he has booked himself a cruise on the Stephen Taber, a 150 year old schooner.
He has always loved to sail.
I have always gotten seasick.
I will enjoy Brattleboro. Currently scoping out where I will go out to dinner and what fun I will have on my own.
Hopefully more Maine adventures are in our future. It is a truly beautiful state.
