Friday Night at the Park

I feel the energy - the campers are rolling in and spirits are high. Really good people watching right about now. With our fire in full force (yes, full force) we are sitting at our red and white covered picnic table drinking beer, eating cheese and crackers and swatting the flies off our bodies. The kids have linked up with their buddies, most of them having never left the park, surely awaiting the Kamer's return. (Okay, not really, but I don't think they've left.) Cameron rides by occasionally reminding Evan to put another log on the fire.

After our hike we made our way to Northeast Harbor, an upscale, Ryeish kind of Main Street. Everyone knew each other, had house accounts at the gourmet market and looked at our RV with looks of disdain. It was great. After ordering lobster rolls and chowder to go from Dockside (a recommended pit stop) we journeyed back to where we truly feel comfortable, scary as that may seem.

A big thank you to the Grays for all of their insight (they did this trip last summer) and to Aunt Pam for the lot of inappropriate DVDs she shared with us. (btw, the hummus survived thx to the 17 minute rule). Thanks for all of the comments - we love reading them! Jay Sears do I have a photo for you - the perfectly baked blueberry pie in the aforementioned blog. I'm now embarrassing my kids by taking photos EVERYWHERE! Uncle David, the corn dogs are next week, darn we'll be gone. Paula, the cup o noodles was a great tip. Thanks to the Shaws for hooking us up with their very distant relatives in Nova Scotia - we just may give them a call. Arlene, Greasy Nicks is always a good call, Ethan sorry we missed you.

Does anyone know how much Deep Woods Off is too much? We're going to start cooking with it...