At the end of the fourth day we made the trek from the coast to Lincoln, ME. We got in, got our room and journeyed out to my mother-in-law’s camp on Combolasse Pond. It may be a pond by Maine standards, but definitely a lake by California standards.
I say this every year, but I could really do with a place up here. This is my ideal – an adirondack chair on a floating platform that I could swim out to and nobody could get to me.
Two weeks later I could swim in and be at peace with the world. That, of course, isn’t reality. What I did do was pull Shannon and a neice in their boat behind a kayak while they were tormented by a nephew in a kayak.
It was a good day. Tiffany flipped a kayak coming out to join us and then we went later again and I flipped – it just wouldn’t be kayaking if you didn’t get your hair wet once.
