I did it myyyy way...
Trip Start Jun 17, 2013
32Trip End Jul 26, 2013
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Where I stayed
have a defense, it is the 3rd of July and we need someplace to stay for two
nights, and we are at the height of tourist season. Regardless, I had told God
that I was not going to make advance plans and just look for someplace once we
needed it. Ignoring that little promise,
we call around and find this campground near Camden, ME (our next destination).
They have openings, they are right on the water and they are cheap! Bingo!! So
as we are driving down Rt. 1 (the scenic route), we come along this place
called Monkey C Monkey Do
anyone who may not be familiar. It is best described with an analogy. My brother's old house had a lake in the back
yard and every spring these cute little frogs would converge on his backyard.
When he would cut the grass he did not want to run them over and so when he
would see one he would wait for it to hop to safety. Well, after a few times of
this, it just became too long of a process and so when he cut the grass he
started looking off to the side and just mowed right on through. I guess his
thinking was, if you don't know they are there, you can't feel bad. Driving
Route 1 is the same, there are these cute little towns with breathtaking views
at every bend. If you stop to look at
every one, it would take days. We finally had to just look to the other side of
the road and drive
Okay, back to Monkey C, Monkey Do. Picture an adult jungle
gym with 50 different rope obstacles at heights of 1-4 stories high and four or
five different zip lines. The kids want to go...we stop and inquire. Turns out
that it is too late in the day to start, and besides, we have reservations that
we are due for in one hour. It is 45
minutes from our campground and the kids REALLY want to come back tomorrow. At
this point, I am SO wishing I had followed my no advance plans commitment so
that we can just find a campground close by. SO wishing, but not as much as I am wishing
now that we have arrived at our home for the next two nights.
Lobster Buoy Campground is a small, private campground run
by a delightful 70ish couple. I am quite certain that it has been run by them
for 50 years or so, and not much updating has taken place since its inception.
As we are checking in, the subject of the coin operated showers get brought up.
I inquired about how many minutes you get for your .50c and the lady looks up,
looks over the girls and I and says, "Five minutes." Lowering her
voice an octave, she adds like only a grandmother could, "and that's
plenty." The girls both say, "Yes", as they nod in agreement, which
I find fascinating because that is not what they say to me when I am knocking
on the bathroom door asking how much longer
neither of them wanted to spend even that many minutes in that shower.
Okay, the bright side. Our campsite is on the water, and I
mean our tent probably sits 50 feet from the water's edge. It is hard to beat the
sound of the waves gently lapping the
shore as I fall asleep. The stars are beyond bright and beautiful and the place
is very peaceful. So while I did break the 'no plans' contract, we are finding
blessings mixed in with some of the not so blessed things. God has a way of working things out that way.