. Coincidentally enough, we all managed to bump into each other before the pre-arranged meet time of 12:30 for lunch. There appeared to be some crazy magnetic pull that attracted us all to each other, might have been the shirts??? Pete went off to do some shopping, Jess wandered around to find some new earrings to replace the favorite ones she had lost on the trip, Lily and Eli wandered around with their Uncle Kevin and Aunt Lois and Tim decided he would head to the restaurant early just to make sure there was a large enough table to accommodate all 15 of us. This sounded like a grand self-sacrificing gesture, but since we were eating (for Tim the second time in as many days) at the Portland Branch of the Brewpub, Gritty McDuffs it wasn't as grandiose as it seemed. So while he waited and guarded the tables in the backroom, he managed to slake his thirst with a cold drop or two of Original Ale…..
Soon, everyone arrived, we ordered some food and enjoyed a boisterous and tasty meal and Opa, Uncle Mark, Dad managed to steal away from his stall long enough to join us. We stayed and chatted and even convinced some neighboring diners to take a group photo for us. We then departed in dribs and drabs as we were all making our way to Maple Springs Farm in Harrison, Maine for an afternoon snack and a tour of the grounds that had produced all of the vegetables that Mark was selling at his stall. The tour went off without a hitch and all were impressed with the farm, the grounds, the produce and the tractors that Mark used in his business
. The end of the day was extra special as Dad, Opa, Uncle Mark had arranged a group meal at a local restaurant that had been buying his vegetables to bolster their menu. He had been in consultation with the chef, who even came in to cook on his day off, and we were all seated at a long table for a remarkable dinner that featured the locally grown, fresh produce of Maple Springs Farm. The first course was a tomato salad plate which had, at a minimum, four different kinds of heirloom tomatoes thickly sliced, drizzled with balsamic vinegar and accompanied by fresh salad greens and mozzarella cheese. This course was a delight of tomato flavors and the only thing better was the second course where we had a choice of paella or grilled salmon with Maple Springs Ratatouille. It was a grand culmination to the first ever Heidmann Family Reunion and many hugs were shared, emails exchanged and promises to stay in touch issued and received. The Kiwis followed Mark and Karen back to Harrison and the Farm as they had to go to Boston the next day to take Pete to the airport and this was closer to Boston than Pemaquid Point and the rental house. The rest of the crew traipsed back to Pemaquid as they were departing from Maine over the next several days. We turned in not long after getting to the house as there was a big day of driving ahead the following day.
As this was the final morning and day that the Kiwi Heidmanns (and Uncle Pete) were going to be able to spend at the reunion we started the day by taking down the tent and screen room from our shady site next to Sebastian. We then celebrated by taking ourselves out to the Bristol Diner for breakfast where all and sundry were fed with a stunning breakfast consisting of egg sandwiches, omelets, bacon, french toast and waffles. I will leave it up to you to figure out which meals went to which personalities. We then struck out for Portland as the plan we had made the night before had all Heidmanns arriving at the Portland Farmers' Market at different times due to different departures and vehicle configurations. The reason for this plan was simple, Opa/Uncle Mark, Dad etc… had a stall at the Market every Wednesday and we were going to see his stall and support him in his agricultural endeavors (well for one day anyway). The other part of the plan consisted of everyone wearing their reunion t-shirt so that we could be "THAT FAMILY" as we walked around and explored the market and the many shops and stores in the Old Port; a historic district of Downtown Portland