Here are the photos that document the visit.
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On Saturday, Karen was a good sport and drove me all around Portland in search of a package that a friend had mailed to General Delivery there.
We eventually learned that, due to incorrect information on the USPS website, the box was sent to a small island that is only reachable
by ferry, so we gave up the hunt and asked the Main Portland Maine Post Office to forward it to Aileen's, so I'll get it for Thanksgiving :-)
Then we visited a light house and had a good lunch at Joe's Boat House (Joe! Cool!). ON the way back to Portland, we drove by
the apartments where Karen will start living at the end of the month. Very nice, with a lake and a 3.5 mile walking trail right in its front yard.
Back at the Holiday Inn, I got a short nap and
a great shower before driving to North Yarmouth for a very sweet local dance. (My camera battery was dead, so no photos :-(
My GPS was wrong (or maybe I entered the address wrong) and I had to drive awhile to find a little store open to ask for
directions. The building turned out to be quite nice, one of the Grange buildings that are often used for dances
in New England. I knew 6 or 8 folks from having danced elsewhere in
New England, and enjoyed getting to know more, especially some of the young people. I do miss that aspect of teaching...
Sleeping in a big bed with a high ceiling (not the "bunk bed" feel of my camper) was a treat, and I enjoyed every hour of it.
- On Sunday after a slow but hearty breakfast, we drove inland in search of a farm that a friend of mine used to visit as a child.
We saw beautiful trees, got some great photos (having stopped for batteries :-), visited a cute little farm stand, then decided to head for the coast.
My GPS showed a place called Cousins Island, so of course we headed for that. It turned out to be a private sort of island,
with no public beach access that we could find. A friendly local, after being told that we were cousins and wanted to
walk on a Cousin Island beach, told us how we could get to a small beach under the bridge. That sufficed.
We called Aileen (as the Aunt we have in common!) and spent a little time by the water.
Karen needed to get some work done, and I was ready to get back to camp to take care of some business
of my own, so we said goodbye by mid-afternoon. What a great coincidence, that we were both in Maine!
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