Posts Tagged: Maine

Autumn Leaves (and so do we)

As September fades into October, and as crisp, sunny, Autumn days turn into raw, harbinger’s of Winter, it is time for us to pack the RV and start to drift south. Our four months in New Hampshire and Maine have

Autumn Leaves (and so do we)

As September fades into October, and as crisp, sunny, Autumn days turn into raw, harbinger’s of Winter, it is time for us to pack the RV and start to drift south. Our four months in New Hampshire and Maine have

Looking for Deep Fried Butter in Skowhegan, Maine

Have you ever had deep dried butter? How about chicken fried bacon? If not I imagine you haven’t been to a State Fair lately. There seems to be a philosophy at these fairs that says if you can eat it,

Looking for Deep Fried Butter in Skowhegan, Maine

Have you ever had deep dried butter? How about chicken fried bacon? If not I imagine you haven’t been to a State Fair lately. There seems to be a philosophy at these fairs that says if you can eat it,

Of Sea Dogs, Portholes and Portland (Maine, that is)

Since we decided to get off the road and park the RV in New Hampshire for the entire Summer we have been doing a lot of White Mountain and Lakes District  outdoorsy type of stuff. You know, hiking, fishing, kayaking and such.

Of Sea Dogs, Portholes and Portland (Maine, that is)

Since we decided to get off the road and park the RV in New Hampshire for the entire Summer we have been doing a lot of White Mountain and Lakes District  outdoorsy type of stuff. You know, hiking, fishing, kayaking and such.

Northern Maine. It’s Not Bar Harbor, It’s Better

It’s just over two hours from our camp in Quebec to Jackman, Maine. Two hours but a world apart. Twenty miles over the border and we’ve traded French, urban, chic for North Woods back county. We arrived at our campground

Northern Maine. It’s Not Bar Harbor, It’s Better

It’s just over two hours from our camp in Quebec to Jackman, Maine. Two hours but a world apart. Twenty miles over the border and we’ve traded French, urban, chic for North Woods back county. We arrived at our campground

Deusenberg

It’s a Doozy!

It’s a doozy, meaning it’s bizarre or extraordinary. Do you know where that term originated? The Deusenberg was a fabulous car in the 1920’s and 1930’s and when people saw them they’d say, “It’s a Doozy.” I happen to know

Deusenberg

It’s a Doozy!

It’s a doozy, meaning it’s bizarre or extraordinary. Do you know where that term originated? The Deusenberg was a fabulous car in the 1920’s and 1930’s and when people saw them they’d say, “It’s a Doozy.” I happen to know

The Maine Wilderness – Can you go home again?

Have you ever gone back to the old neighborhood you grew up in? Or that vacation spot you loved when you were a teen?  If you have, you might understand my trepidation when hubby decided, since we were in Maine

The Maine Wilderness – Can you go home again?

Have you ever gone back to the old neighborhood you grew up in? Or that vacation spot you loved when you were a teen?  If you have, you might understand my trepidation when hubby decided, since we were in Maine

Lobsters, Low fronts and Bar Harbor, Maine

You can’t choose your relatives or the weather. Uncle Joe may be an overwhelming bore, but to keep peace in the family you’ll have to put up with him. It’s the same with weather, especially when you are on the

Lobsters, Low fronts and Bar Harbor, Maine

You can’t choose your relatives or the weather. Uncle Joe may be an overwhelming bore, but to keep peace in the family you’ll have to put up with him. It’s the same with weather, especially when you are on the