The Perennial Inn
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... the road. We heard the 40+ dogs morning and evening when they were let out to run. They probably kept wildlife away from our campground! On the way to Ottawa you go through the Dixville Notch - a really neat notch between small mountains and in Errol Maine is a great store - something for everyone - camping, fishing, hunting, clothes, food and hardware!! We always find neat stuff there.
... get really festive at the table with a few dates and games which really made meal times exciting! After dinner we had a few minutes to chill or prepare before the evening activity began. This was usually a creative and unique game, most of which I had never played before. Sometimes campers would put on shows for each other or counsellors. It was always a really happy time. The evening ended with milk and cookies, a camp-wide favourite, and ...
It was such a pleasure spending time with all of my new friends that I met during an awesome program. It was a great experience getting to know each one individually and be able to share a little of our lives with one another.
However, I do want to dedicate this final post to the eldest member of our crew, Kelly of Claryville, N.Y. Kelly has to be the coolest 90-year-old woman I have ever met.
It's freezing here in Maine. It's in the 30's here ...
... the experienced skier. The best part about the end of the day...is that it isn't even close to the end of the day. Instead of having to drive back home like many of the other poor souls on the mountain, we get to enjoy relaxing at the Inn in whatever way we see fit.
Tomorrow is another day. If the forecast is correct, we should be skiing on six inches of fresh power by 9:00 a.m. But for ...
What a glorious day to not be taking the T into work. No offense Boston, but Bethel, Maine knows what's up.
I opened our balcony door with a hot cup of coffee in hand and took a breath of that cold, fresh Maine air. It smelled like chimney smoke and opportunity. There was a dusting of snow on the ground from the night before, fresh powder waiting for new tracks.
We ate breakfast to the sounds of Vivaldi and Chopin (could have ...