Apr 20, 2012
Sep 01, 2012
Where I stayed
Pemaquid Point Campground
The house that had been rented for the week was not large enough to accommodate all of us so the 4 Kiwis, Pete and Sebastian had places reserved in the campground 1 mile down the road. This was the first time we had set up the tent in the dark, nevertheless we had the tent pitched and beds made in the time it took Pete and Sebastian to figure out and set up the "sets up in 1 minute, our easiest ever canopy" and screen-room from Coleman; our bug house. The kids went to bed and the cousins stayed up a little while listening to music and drinking bourbon, a great way to end the epic day of driving.
After a big night at the wedding the night before, it was a bit hard to get up and out of bed this morning and get going. Nevertheless, we didn't have much choice as we were staring down the barrel of a 10 hour drive from Rochester, New York to the coast of Maine and Pemaquid Point. So, dragging our tails behind us, we got up, packed up Odie, had breakfast in the hotel lobby once more and were on our way just after 9am. A large portion of the drive was simply that, a drive from interstate to interstate and from state to state. Tim drove from western New York to Albany on the East and then Pete drove into, across and up Massachusetts, through the corner of New Hampshire and across the bridge into the state of Maine. Along the way we filled Odie with petrol once and grabbed some sandwiches and drinks to have in the car. Once in Maine, we headed North along the coast, stopped once more to fuel up with petrol, beer, liquor, wine and ice, all things that those arriving late to dinner should bring. We arrived at the rental house at Pemaquid Point just after 7pm and were greeted by the Heidmann (Tim's Dad's) side of the family. There was Aunt Ruth, Uncle Kevin and Aunt Lois, Cousin Sebastian whom had biked from Illinois to Maine, Cousin Andreas and his partner, Fabiana, Cousin Emily, and Cousin Ben and his wife Sarah. Not long after us 5 got there, Tim and Pete's dad, Mark and his wife Karen arrived. All told we were 16 strong and were only missing one cousin and his partner who had been unable to travel from Holland. This was an impressive effort, especially considering we had never done one of these reunions before. On this side of the family, Tim and Pete are the oldest cousins and it was interesting and a little bit sad to hear that none of them really had any memories of us at all!!! We were greeted by a bbq dinner complete with salad and garlic bread and enjoyed a lovely meal and the beginnings of many conversations all on the topics of who and what we were, are and have become!