When you're a 40 something single mother of a teen with lots of ambition, you find yourself in all kinds of interesting adventures and situations. Come back to laugh at us any time you feel the need, heaven knows where we'll be doing what next. Here you can expect a few words, a lot of images and hopefully ideas on what you can do for your next adventure.

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Monday, August 31, 2009

The pull of the tide

My favorite thing in the whole world is the ocean. Be it 50 miles offshore or on the beach, there is nothing like it. Why? I'm going to tell you, whether you like it or not.

The ocean is never the same. You can be in the same place, anchored out or on the beach, for hours and hours on end and nothing is exactly the same as it was before - ever. Not even 5 minutes ago. Not even two minutes ago.

Offshore, the birds are in constant motion, the whales are breaching and blowing air in a different place every time, the fish are swarming and schooling to get away from the bigger fish, and the tide pulls the weeds and garbage by the boat all day long. The only things you see in the same vicinity out there are stationary - anchored in place so they can't move beyond the reach of the amount of lead line given.

On the beach, the same driftwood may be pulled on and off the beach by the tide, but they never end up in the same place unless they become buried in sand. The sand is never the same, the shells are never the same, and any writing in the sand disappears with the next rising tide. But you never know what may turn up with that next tide. It could be a treasure that you decide to haul home. You may pick it up and turn it over, then toss it back down discarding it and moving on. You may think "what the hell is that" and step over it, not bothering to look back. Nonetheless, it's always a fresh start once the tide pulls in then moves out.

How much different is life than the ocean? Each day when you wake up, you don't know what is facing you, what may come across your path or what you may decide to step over and ignore. People, food, work, the drive to work, the paper, new news, old news, the weather. You may pick up what you think is treasure and quickly drop it, because with the first turn over you decide it's not what you thought it was. You may pick something up and bring it home, because it looked like it would be a good compliment to your life. Unfortunately, life doesn't have a tide that ebbs and flows unless you make that happen. You can choose to wake up, keep the same routine, drive the same way to work, do the same exact job every day, take the same route home, drive straight home, eat the same thing for supper, watch the same TV shows and go to bed at the same time every night. Or, you could be spontaneous, creating your own destiny, making your own rules and having your own fun.

I choose to lead the life of the tide, making sure that things are never the same every day, keeping those things that I need to remain as stationary in place. Letting those things that need to be tumbled in the sand until smoothed out like sea glass free to do what they need to until refined. Then, and only then, will I pick them up to hold precious to me and maybe even bring them home. The rest can wash away with the tide, including the things I've written in the sand. It's taken a long time to gain this attitude, but I'm definitely here now.

Hopefully I've given someone else a reason to think like the tide. There's no sense in holding onto the sands if they will only continue to shift.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

I'm feeling Squishy today, so here's a Squash Soup recipe

My neighbor has more squash than he knows what to do with right now, so my day has consisted of making an old time favorite - my squash soup. I love the sweet, earthy flavors this soup provides - and the vitamin C punch isn't a bad thing this time of year! Enjoy!

Squash Soup – Renee's recipe from the ground up

1 Medium uncooked *Winter Squash, cleaned and cubed
Enough water to cover
1 stick butter or margarine
1 tsp Salt
¼ - ½ tsp Pepper, Cinnamon, ground Ginger and Nutmeg

*Varieties of Winter Squash include Butternut, Acorn, Pumpkin or Spaghetti.

To clean, cut squash in half and with a spoon scoop out seeds and pulp. Cut each half into thirds and pare off skins.

Bring to a boil, then lower head and simmer for 15 – 20 minutes or until softened. Carefully drain off and reserve the cooking water for later, place squash in large bowl or container. Add butter, salt, pepper, cinnamon and nutmeg and lightly mash until large chunks are gone, let stand until slightly cooled.

1 Tbl Oil
1 Medium Onion, diced
* 1 carrot, peeled and cut up
* 1 stalk celery, cut up
1 Clove Garlic
Squash, cooked as directed above
2 cups (or 14 oz) Chicken or Vegetable Broth
Enough leftover cooking broth from Squash (see above) to barely cover
1 Medium potato, diced
1 tsp Salt
¼ tsp Pepper
¼ cup Heavy Cream

In a large pot, heat oil and sweat onions (and carrots, if desired) for 3 - 4 minutes, or just until translucent. Add garlic and cook 1 minute longer (do not let garlic turn brown). Add squash, broth and cooking water (only enough to make a thick slurry), potato, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Turn off burner and allow cooling for at least 10 – 15 minutes (or longer if not eating immediately).

After cooled, stir in heavy cream then puree in blender in small batches until smooth and creamy. Return to pot to reheat for immediate serving, or refrigerate if not.

Squash is really healthy for you, with lots of carotenes, vitamins B1 and C, folic acid, fiber and potassium.

*For an extra boost of Vitamin C, add a carrot and/or some celery. Carrots contain vitamin K, B6, C, potassium and biotin. Celery is loaded with fiber, vitamin C, B1 and B6 as well as folic acid and potassium. The carrot will help provide a nice orange color after blending as well. Between the carrot, celery and squash, muscle cramps are almost obsolete due to all the potassium and talk about a cold chaser with the vitamin C!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

What does a cold and rainy day mean to me?

It's the end of August, raining like crazy and we're supposed to get up to a couple inches before the day is through. It's chilly, the high today won't get above 60 degrees, but this is one of my favorite kinds of days. Why, you might ask? Here's my list of reasons:
I get to listen to Play Station games and iCarly all day.
Putting on PJ bottoms and warm, fleece shirts with yummy socks.
The smell of a chicken roasting all afternoon.
Taking a hot bath.
Lighting a few scented candles around the house.
The dog loves to snuggle when it's like this.
I find articles in my magazine that I didn't notice the day before.
My coffee always tastes twice as good.
I don't have to worry about the neighbor's kids knocking on the door.
Knowing NOONE will be knocking on the door.
Laying on the bed and listening to it rain and suddenly being joined by the boy, the dog and the cats.
Taking clothes out of the dryer and soaking in their warmth.
Watching the live radar on the WeatherChannel.com
Reading a favorite old book
Cleaning areas of the house that haven't been touched because it's been 'too hot' or we've been out creating adventures.
Knowing that it will all end soon.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Can you believe it? I get paid doing this stuff

My job is pretty stressful most of the time. Ok – all of the time. I work as a liaison between Information Technology people and the business people who use systems. The position is called a Business Analyst. Not only am I a ‘BA’, but I am a BA to the 3rd power, also known as a Business Analyst III. This means I’m supposed to know my job extremely well and be able to handle the stress that comes along with it. Yeah right.
I work in systems troubleshooting problems that people often create themselves. Unfortunately, they don’t realize they did it until I point that out to them. I often wonder if they are feigning ignorance until I force them to fess up. This has been going on for years now, and I still find it pleasurable to point out their mistakes. Maybe it makes me feel better about my own, but that’s a bog for another day.
I also get to test systems and try to break them after our IT folks have made changes we asked them to. That’s the fun part of my job – it’s like being a weather person, I get paid for doing things wrong. I get to interact with a gazillion people a day and I try to make friends where ever I go, but it doesn’t always work that way (I’m sure a lot of people groan when they see my name pop up on their phone. ‘Oh crap, what does SHE want?’).
I had to call the Helpdesk the other day to have my password reset in our test environment.

Chad: Hi, this is Chad – how can I help you?
Renee: Hi Chad, I need to have my password reset.
Chad: Ok, hold on just one moment…(long pause)….. Can you give me your user ID?
Renee: (ID changed to protect the innocent)
Chad: Dead silence
Renee: (Starts to giggle audibly, cause she knows what will be said next)
Chad: Is your name Renee?
Renee: Holy crap! How did you know that?
Chad: (laughing) I’m psychic
Renee: Ok then, what’s my phone number?
Chad: (Number changed to protect the innocent)
Renee: Holy crap, you ARE psychic!
Renee: This is the Helpdesk, right?
Chad: It sure is
Renee: Are you a psychiatrist too?
Chad: No, I’m a psychic. I never did get my degree in psychiatry.
Renee & Chad: (laughing like crazy)
Renee: Well, I’m glad I made this call. Can I have a cheeseburger and large fry sent up for lunch?
Chad: You’ll have to call facilities for that.

Poor Chad, he had no idea what he was getting himself into at this point. When I get really stressed out, I just don’t know when to stop. Usually I start laughing to the point where I snort and cry and I wheeze a little too. I didn’t do that to Chad, but he kick-started my humor for the day, thank goodness. I like to mess with people to see how they react. If they play back, it’s a win-win situation. I’m surprised my department hasn’t shoved me into a padded enclosed cubicle, but I suppose one of those would be costly.

The seriousness of my job is working with Project Managers and VPs and AVPs and Directors and all kinds of important people with important acronyms to make sure that what they want and need can be done, but mostly can be done without it costing them a ton of money. Our company is hell-bent right now to save money, so everyone has a great idea to save money, but can’t necessarily understand that the cost to fix outweighs the cost savings. It’s hard sometimes, but I’ve gained enough respect here that if I say it’s not a good idea, they listen to me for a few months. They usually try again later.

I love my job and I love the people I work with. Ask me again in a few months and I might change my mind, but for right now I like it and they pay me every two weeks! Wooo! That's enough about my corporate world - I will admit that I buy my lottery tickets faithfully twice a week. Not becuase I would love to dump my job, but because I would love to........ dump my job I guess.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Biking the Maine Mountain Division Trail - April, 2009

We had a plan for Easter Sunday, 2009 - and it didn't involve pigging out on ham. This is the explaination of our early spring trip - one that I'm sure we'll make again this fall!

We work up bright and early and the monkey ran out to search for eggs the Bunny had left behind. He scrounged up 8 which I thought was odd. Why wouldn’t the dumb bunny leave 10 or an even dozen? He was happy with his loot regardless, so who am I to judge?

I busted butt to get my Sunday chores done so we could go out and play. I loaded the bikes onto the car and filled my backpack with all the goodies one could ever need (and then a few million more) and we made the quick trip to the Standish end of the Mountain Division Trail. We’ve never made that trip before and thought that it sounded like a great excursion to try out. The path was relatively perfect and aside from a little snow here and there is was pretty dry too.

We snaked around Otter Ponds and then down a 7% grade hill to meet up with the railroad tracks that are no longer in use. We peddled along for about a mile with the wind to our backs and to be honest it was a really nice trip. We crossed Wescott Rd and found a bench at the 2.5 miles mark. We stopped and had a snack and a few slugs of water, then started to move on down the trail when we both realized that we had stiffened up considerably in our quick stop. Deciding that it might not be a smart move to continue, we turned around to begin the trek back and realized that the wind was in our faces now. Ferocious it was too. I bought us a couple of buffs (like on Survivor) a month or so back and I’m glad I did, we pulled them out and covered our faces and ears. They worked perfectly!

We probably biked about a 1/2 mile then walked the bikes back to where the trail met the tracks. We meandered around the Otter pond that is located on the Gorham side of the tracks then decided we’d better climb that 7% grade hill. You notice that I remember the grade quite well, and so do my thighs. At the top of the hill is a conveniently located park bench, which is exactly what we did – parked it. We had another snack and drink before finishing up the trip with a combination of walking up all upgrades and riding down anything with a downward slant to it.

Total trip was around 5 miles and took us 2 1/2 hours. We really enjoyed the ride, it was windy but sunny and semi-warm (perfect for the workout), the trail is clean and well made and rather scenic in the areas we made it to and as monkey put it we really enjoyed each other’s company. This was our second ‘trip’ of the year, we walked Scarborough Marsh off the Eastern Road trail the weekend before.

So I got home and jumped right into setting up supper – pork ribs done up in our favorite homemade sauce – whip up some black bean and corn salsa, fold a load of laundry and then I sit to type. Let me tell you something… I’m so going to hurt in the morning!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Recipe of the week - August 26 - BLT Bites

If you know me from work, you've had these before. I found this recipe online looking for something different to take to our departmental Christmas party. They went over well, they were gone in less than 5 minutes, all 2 dozen of them. I suppose that means they were well liked!

BLT Bites (from BetterRecipes.com)

12 - 16 cherry tomatoes
5 bacon slices, cooked and crumbled
1/2 cup mayonnaise
Fresh basil leaves, chopped
1 tsp pepper, or to taste
1 cup finely chopped Romaine lettuce
1 green onion, finely chopped

Cut a think slice from the top of each tomato and hollow out the center, so it resembles a cup. Turn upside down and allow to drain on paper towels. Cook, drain and finely chop or crumble the bacon. Mix mayonnaise, basil and pepper together to make an herbed mayonnaise. In each tomato cup, place a small amount of bacon, lettuce and a dab of herbed mayonnaise. Tope with a few pieces of green onion; serve as an appetizer for a light lunch.

Renee's slight spin on the recipe (because her mind is always working)

4-6 small tomatoes (larger than cherry, but not too big)
5 bacon slices, cooked and crumbled OR 2 tablespoons of bacon bits
1/2 cup mayonnaise
Fresh basil leaves, chopped OR 1 tablespoon dried basil
1 tablespoon All Purpose Seasoning (like Mrs. Dash)
1 tsp pepper, or to taste
1 cup finely chopped Romaine lettuce
1 green onion, finely chopped OR a handful of chives

Cut each tomato in half and hollow out the center. Turn upside down and allow to drain on paper towels. Cook, drain and finely chop or crumble the bacon. Mix mayonnaise, basil and pepper together to make an herbed mayonnaise. In each tomato cup, place bacon, lettuce and a dab of herbed mayonnaise. Top with a few pieces of green onion or chive; serve as an appetizer for a light lunch or as a salad for a main course.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Thoughts of a Lawn Mower

Re-posting an old MySpace blog entry from May 2009:

Yeah – I was mowing the lawn today and it hit me that I haven’t blogged in a long time. Why is that, I asked myself and I promptly answered, I’m not sure. I think that with all that was going on in Wendi’s world, I had nothing significant to say. I really didn’t – it was all just talking about things in my world that were going good. It didn’t feel right. It’s true, all is good in my happy little world (that I’m aware of anyway). The only real thing to blab about right now is that finally, for the first time in 51 days I have a night to myself. The ex had surgery for Diverticulitis which went well, but one of the incisions popped and got infected (ugh, don’t dwell on that thought) so he hasn’t been able to take the Monkey since April 9th. I’ve had 8 hours of relief since then, mostly my own doing but I’m not one to snag a babysitter just so I can get away from my kid – he’s mine, you know?

I realized however, that I’ve been incorrect in my little corner of the world. As I was sweating away pushing the mower, the neighbors across the way occasionally came out with beer in hand to smoke a cigarette and watch me slave away. I’ve become accustomed to this – I live in Buxton and they have nothing better to do. Besides, the ‘mom’ that really owns the house is on oxygen and they can’t smoke in there. I’ve always thought of them as my ‘crazies’ because they do things like that (and set off fantastic fireworks). Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen from pushing metal in the heat, but an ironic thought crossed my mind…. Perhaps they aren’t the crazy ones and I am? I kill myself to pick up my kid every day or make sure that he’s in the right place at the right time. They let the bus drop the kids off there, where someone is always home. My kid plays every sport I can enroll him into, their kids play with hand me down bikes and threaten to kill each other in the back yard. They don’t work; all of them are on some sort of disability. I wake up every day and make sure I’m on the clock on time and often work many nights and weekends. People come and go enough over there to make me wonder if they’re pushing drugs. I have company very rarely, mostly because I’m hardly home. On the weekends ‘someone’ will leave and come back from the grocery store carrying bags of food and you know they’re having a big ol’ feast to feed 10 people. I diligently shop once a week after careful planning for everything we need for the week. They have approximately 50 square feet of lawn (the rest are cars) and someone comes and mows it for them. I push a mower for 3 and 1.2 hours every week to make sure my acre of lawn looks pristine. If a car is broken down, at least five of them are out there working on it or at least watching. I pray every night that my car stays running because I’m not sure if I can afford to fix it. When it snows, they all pitch in and make sure the place is cleaned out. I pray for the plow fairy. They are family, all of them. Mom, sons, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. I could be a little jealous, but then again they are my crazies.

All I could think of every time they came out after that was they were saying to each other “look at that crazy bitch over there mowing her ass off – she should stop and drink a beer”. When I got down mowing, that’s exactly what I did.

Monday, August 24, 2009


I found the cap to a liquor bottle on the side of the road recently and it made me remember two men who were incredibly influential in my life.

Right after graduation I started working for an earthwork construction company and stuck with them for 7 years. I started as a flagger and moved my way up to Jr. Foreman, which pretty much meant I helped lay out the jobs and told the idiots where to dig. It was great; I had a fantastic tan, was well toned and worked with men all day long. My foreman and the backhoe operators were my favorites; they kept an eye on me and made sure I didn’t get into too much trouble. Aside from Doug the Dub (hey, can you grab that right handed hammer for me? Uuuh, I only found this one, will this work?), gooey Louie (who ran the tack truck), Jim ‘the fat woman lover” and various other clowns, these men had a true influence in my life. They taught me that life is short so do what you want when you can, a job should always ‘look good from your back yard’, beer thirty comes in the afternoon after you’ve tried to get things done and when it’s cold drink brandy. We also worked 60 hours a week and got the job done on time and it was always perfect. I miss these men greatly.

Bucky was in Vietnam and was missing a finger and had a fake knee to prove it. He was the best backhoe operator I’ve ever met (he ran a Case DROTT, for those in the know) and could take a dime off a grade stake with the backhoe bucket. Once he placed a dead woodchuck on the roof of my car but didn’t realize my sunroof was open and the blood from it would drizzle it’s way onto my front seat. He ate either ‘negg or ‘nonion every day with lunch. We once placed a chicken that was a week older than the ‘use by’ date under the seat of a truck belonging to a guy we didn’t like much, and the idiot truck driver never figured out ‘what that smell was’. We had a lot of fun. He also loved his family enough to make sure everyone knew it. I think it was because he had come close to death during the war and relished the fact that he was still alive.

Win was a 60 something salt who started working when he was 13, right after he dropped out of school. He was our Foreman and wore the title well. He had two sons older than I was and a younger son right about my same age that was completely disabled. His wife took care of their youngest all day and he stepped in at night. Win taught me how to swear like a pirate, read job plans and coordinate the guys to make sure the job was getting done right. He also taught me how to determine the best timeframe to ask the guys who wanted to pitch into the ‘beer-thirty’ account. He was awesome, and in great shape for his age. He loved life in general, and was a smart and capable man. He taught me to enjoy children while you can, you never know how close you are to loosing everything.

One cold, November afternoon we found ourselves on a jobsite that was almost downright unbearable. It was windy, snowing and bitter. Bucky, Win and I jumped in the company truck and ran down to the local liquor store. Bucky went in and came out with a 5th of Apricot Brandy. We drove back to the job site, which was well out of eyesight, and Bucky cracked the jug. He took a big swig, rolled down the window and threw the cap out into the woods. “Whoops!” he exclaimed, “I guess we’ll just have to finish it now.” He passed the bottle to me. “Are we really going to finish this?” I asked. “We need to get this job done before there’s too much more snow!”. Win said “hurry up, drink and pass it on. That job will still be there next spring”. I did as I were told. I’m not sure what we talked about all afternoon, but I do remember that we laughed a lot and sure enough, we finished that jug.

We finished the job that following spring and it came out perfectly, as always. That day, I learned that sometimes in life you just have to throw the bottle cap away.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

A few weeks behind....

Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks - we survived last weekend's 90 degree weather just hanging out at Kiwani's Beach in Standish and enjoyed ourselves. 15 hours there between Sasturday and Sunday worked out to 67 cents an hour - who can beat that? I just grabbed food and junk from the house and marked our spot on the beach. It was heavenly - almost like a mini vacation.

Monkey floats his life away

A little on the crispy side, but worth it

Well, all that fun came with a cost, on Monday night monkey had difficulty breathing and I rushed him to Mercy Urgent Care where his temp rose up to 102. After 2 1/2 hours, chest x-rays, oxygen levels normal and no other rationale for his breathing except for the temperature, they sent us home. It was hot Monday and Tuesday - and muggy - so I kept him home and pulled the air conditioners out to the living room and kept us at a cool 73 degrees. Tuesday night his temp soared to 103.8. I brought him to the doctor on Wednesday to find out he had Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. Folks - my kid is a weird virus magnet, I swear. His temp ranged between normal and 103 for days after that, he's with his dad this weekend and it's killing me! Grrrrrrrr......

Monkey with a ranging temp in front of the AC

So then Friday night we had a storm front rage through that brought toronados to Oxford County and funnel cloud reports all over, including 5 miles from the house right about the time I took these photos below:

See below for a video too!

Here at home, I had weird winds and a downpour with a few claps of thunder. We just had a brush with Hurricane Bill but it didn't make it to where I am - thank goodness! There are some who are threatened with up to 4" of rain today, goodness!

Anyway, next weekend should be one for more interesting blogging - I hope. It would be nice to have some decent weekend to take a hike or a bikeride! :)

If you watch closely, you'll see all kinds of spinners coming down from the clouds in this video. Watch the big one in the foreground, it lost momentum right after I started filming - but there is another right next to it then one more on the left that forms and dissapates too. A little lightening and thunder for your viewing pleasure too.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Biking to Peak Island

Saturday, August 8th the monkey and I woke up to a brilliantly sunny day and although I tried to get him to head to a friend's camp in Harrison that was not what he wanted to do. I had just had a company summer outing on Friday at Peaks Island and mentioned how beautiful it was there.

Let's go to Peaks mom! Can we take the bikes?

I quickly showered and loaded the bikes in the bike rack. Let me tell you that I'm a single mom so I get to do all this stuff by myself. I'm a superwoman. We piled in the car - backpack full of necessities - and headed for town. We parked in a secret location off Commercial Street and navigated to the Ferry Terminal, got our tickets and waited for the 12:15 ride to the island. The monkey amused himself by chasing pigeons in the ferry terminal.

The ferry ride was mobbed, but still beautiful nonetheless. The harbor was busy and I laughed at the tourists in awe of our port of Portland. The monkey was at the bow of the ferry, taking it all in, right up until we pulled into the dock at Peaks.

We quickly gathered our bikes and walked them up the steep hill of Welch Street, banged a right on Island Avenue then swung down Whitehead Street – the connector to our ultimate goal – Seashore Avenue. Right after Seashore splits from Maple Street the shoreline opens up to a little beach covered with perfect rocks called Woodlanding Cove. We parked the bikes on the side of the road and played for a few minutes. I showed the little man the ‘Keeper of the Harbor’, a formation in the rocks that looks like a man’s head (legend is that it is an Indian) as well as the Fort located on Cushing’s Island. Ram Island light is clearly visible as well. It was tough getting shoes back on to move along, but there was still so much to see!

Between the intersections of Edwards Street and Onway Avenue we found where people have been building elaborate sculptures out of the flat, skinny rocks found there – some were fantastic! It was all I could do to keep the 8 year old from knocking them all down! We wandered further down towards the water where the waves were crashing on the rocks with some major velocity (it was high tide) – we loved it! There were some tidal pools to play in; monkey got his share of water play there!

We moved on and found the entrance to Battery Steele, military bunkers used in WWI and WWII to help defend Portland Harbor. The trip in wasn’t the highlight of the day, for certain! We brought our bikes with us thinking the trail would be ok, but it was muddy and the grass was tall, making it hard to navigate. It was scary up there, dark and smelly – we hung out of a minute or two then worked our way back to the road.

The beach directly across from the entrance to the fort was the best one we found. The rocks were beautiful, the water was beautiful, the view was gorgeous and the beach roses were fragrant. We stripped off our shoes and headed straight for the water. We hung out there with our toes in the water for the longest time, savoring the sun and the day, a little tipsy with all the fresh air. We snacked on beef jerky and fruit leather and pounded the water down, the headed off to see if we could finish our journey.

We made it past Whaleback, then Wharf and Spar Coves then realized the road was an uphill battle across the top of the island (no more ocean breeze!). We turned around and went back the way we had come, past the fort and the sculptures, stopping only to rest back at Woodlanding Cove. After a final toe dip, we went back into town and stopped at Peaks Island House for Lupper (what we call late lunch early supper). With timing more perfect than I could have ever expected, we left the restaurant in time to catch the 3:45 ferry back to Portland.

The ferry trip back was a little chilly, as the breeze had picked up. It didn’t stop the monkey from bringing us front and center on the top level of the ferry to observe the skyline as we approached the terminal. He was most interested in Fort Gorges, wanting to know if we could go out there some time. I told him I didn’t feel like swimming that far, so until we get a boat…. Probably not.

I will admit that I woke up this morning still tired from all the fresh air and my legs and butt hurt like crazy! It was well worth it, and I would suggest the trip to anyone at any time. Walking it would be just as great and costs much less since there’s a fee for bringing the bikes over. Make sure you have plenty of water and time and make a day of it!
Peace out cubscout, I'll post again after the next adventure!


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