Daily Archives: July 26, 2013

Maine vacation is vastly approaching

Greetings, readers. (Keekee says, “Meow.”) The meow Keekee just gave us, I am sure, is for: Feed Me, Daddy. You see, readers, Keekee has us well-trained that as soon as we get down to work it is d-i-n-n-e-r time. Sometimes I think Keekee can spell too. {Keekee just won. Joe is off to feed her. He will be right back.}

On to the topic of the day. This coming Wednesday or Thursday morning will mark the beginning of my annual Maine trek. I’m planning on making a little side trip on the way up to Hampton Beach, New Hampshire. This was a stop Mom, Dad, Grandma and I made when I was a little boy. I wanted to do it last year, but went right past the exits both on the way up and coming home. I guess it wasn’t meant to be. This year I am going to program it directly into the GPS. I also might go to our library and print out the directions just in case from Google maps.

Now the big question is: am I ready? The answer is: not by a long shot. Supplies were purchased for Keekee and some laundry will be done tomorrow. The rental car, however, will not be obtained until early Wednesday, so I really can’t pack the car until Wednesday afternoon. Rebecca is coming early that day just in case I want to get an early start on the road. I will probably pack my suitcase Tuesday night.

I can’t wait to see all my family and friends at Bear Spring. We always have such a good time getting caught up; at bonfires in the evenings, at mealtimes, and on the pontoon boat while fishing. The week always seems like three days. Much too fast.

At this very moment 15 copies of my new book are being produced and made ready to ship directly to Bear Spring Camps, so that anyone who wants one can purchase one. My last two books were about Bear Spring and I want to show my loved ones that I can actually write something other than camp stories. I am proud of all three of my books.

When my week is over, I will stop in a hotel in Southington¬†which I have stopped at twice before and found comfortable. It has three things that I love about a road-trip stop. One, easy to get to from the interstate exit. Number two, equally easy to get back on the interstate. And number three, a Dunkin’ Donuts within a block for breakfast.

Gee, in a little over 350 words, I’ve just gone to Maine and come home already. Haha. Seriously though, as someone who was used to going to Maine for two weeks and now can only stay for one, I actually live out of my suitcase. I only really unpack my toiletries and my medication. The person who cleans and makes fresh the cabin each day, known as the cabin girl, doesn’t seem to mind the suitcase on the extra bed. And in my 40-some years of going I have not had one article stolen from any of the staff. That is one of the reasons I consider Bear Spring Camps my second home. It feels just as safe as my home here does.

While I’m gone, Rebecca will chime in a few times. So until I get back, take care, enjoy the summer, and happy reading. P.S. I’ll catch a fish for you.