Maeve vs. Wild

As I write this blog entry, I still experience an occasional pang - residuals from our departure from Maine this past weekend. Our visit, although way to short, was superb and we enjoyed not only every creature comfort possible but some true quality time and many hearty laughs with our good friends, the Glynns. We stayed in the home of Becky's Mom in Limerick. The cottage is situated on Arrowhead Lake and the weather couldn't have been better. As usual we were presented with a large obstacle in getting our weekend underway Friday night when Chris' truck decided to strip a tire on its way home from ppicking up Maeve from day care. An unfortunate happening that put us 45 minutes behind schedule. But, we rallied and with the encouragement of Becky and Dave (who said they would keep themselves plenty busy a the Walmart Superstore in Biddeford until we got there) we arrived in Main in under 3 hours. We tried to keep the weekend's activities to a minimum so as to be sure to relax and unwind but one thing we made sure to check off our list was a visit to one of the beaches on the lake. Some of us walked there and some of us rode in style via paddleboat. Here are some shots from our time at the beach...













After a nice dinner at the Peppermill Restaurant downtown (which we were treated to by Becky and Dave), we headed back to the lake house for some fireside s'mores and...some horseback riding. In the following photo, Dave looking crestfallen after being told he can only have 2 beers at a time...





We slept like babies - all 7 of us and awoke with the plan to head out for a big breakfast at Jonathan Michael's Restaurtant. Perhaps our only mistake of the weekend. After squeezing all 7 of us into a booth made for 2-4, we waited an HOUR for breakfast. There was one harried waitress who appeared to be the only one working tables that morning and things were crazy to say the least. Somehow Connor, Maddie and Maeve hung in there and made it through breakfast but just after Chris and Dave took the kids outside so Becky and I could settle the bill, the bus boy dropped an entire tray of drinks at the next table, splattering our legs and feet. This, of course, wsa happening simultaneously with a guy from the Blue Knights of Limerick demanding his Lumberjack special from the waitress.





We left a hefty tip for the waitress' troubles and resolved ourselves to the fact that things couldn't get much lower than that. So we left, doubled-over with giggles and headed out to Libby's Orchards for what turned out to be the highlight of the trip for me - blueberry picking!






The Glynns stayed up north for a full week's vacation and boy do we wish we could have tagged along. But, we had a really great time and hope we can do it again with them! Maine: the way life should be for shizzle.