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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Tuesday, December 31, 2013


Winter immediately set in after I returned home from my whirlwind trip to Tennessee. Our first good storm packed a bit of a punch, with winds and snow and dumping 13" on my front lawn. 

At least I knew it was going to be a white Christmas. 

This year where Thanksgiving fell on the last week of November, I lost a week due to the trip, we had back to back snowstorms, the boy had figured all that Santa stuff out, he decided he wanted a bed upgrade for his present and well - the season kind of lost it's appeal. At least I decorated! It's past us now and next year is a whole different ball game - we've decided to pretend that the boy believes in the magic of Christmas.

I wish I knew how old this thing was, and I can't believe I still have that santa skewer too

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Flight patterns

I'm a little disappointed in myself. I was on a roll with the blogging thing and now here I am a month behind. Well, I'm back with my excuse.

My work sent me to Chattanooga for a few days in early December and it was a whirlwind trip. Reflecting back, I wish I could have made more out of it - we flew out of Portland @ 6:30 am Tuesday, and landed back on the frozen Maine earth at noon that Friday. We really got 2 1/2 days of office time and zero down time in between. I landed in that hotel room exhausted each night, the country girl smack dab in the middle of the city. I did discover some life-altering things - such as shrimp and grits and fried livers - that I will carry with me forever. And I vow to return when I have more time to play around. 

My hotel room view of the city

The thing I learned the most from this trip is how much I love to adventure. I think nothing of jumping on an airplane and feeling that tug in my stomach as we take off and land. I want more, can't afford it and will someday, but for now I guess it's local adventuring. Unless my work wants to send me someplace else. =) 

The 30,000 foot view. That is one massive snowstorm hitting the Great Lakes under us. 

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Rust Road, Gorham ME

I guess I know why they call it "Rust" road now.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Mt Washington from Fort Hill/Rt 114 pullover, Gorham ME

 Mt Washington is so prevalent in my local area it can be seen just about everything I go. Today, we pull over into the lookout on top of Fort Hill Road - Rt. 114 in Gorham. The sky was so stark, the mountain wouldn't show up in my photographs, so a little contrast tweaking has taken place.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Fun with Mallards - Riverside Park, Westbrook ME

A very cold and blustery late November day, we were traveling through Westbrook and I randomly swung into Riverside park to see if he over abundance of Mallards were there, hanging out to wait for a handout from the locals. We were chased out of the park when they realized we had nothing with us to offer. 

"Since you pooped on the windshield of that last guy, how about if I handle this one"

"Pssst - you got anything in there? Anything? Old french fry? Bread? Anything?"

"I think there's something fishy going on here fellahs"

"I'm too cold to move, just throw whatever you got right over here"

"She's not throwing anything, let's get a closer look"

"Yeah, lady - you got anything to eat in that truck?"

"We don't like people who come around here, wake us up and not feed us lady." 

"You might want to consider just running along home."

"Don't stick up for her Ester. Just go back to minding your own business"

"C'mon boys, let's escort her out"

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Plane spotting at PWM - So Portland, ME

Ever since my son was very little, he's had that testosterone curiosity for large man-made things that make alot of noise. To women these things are known as trains, trucks, boats and airplanes.

I had a quick stop to make at a local mallish type store when he announced that he was hungry. A bagel with cream cheese - a simple request. Well, it would have to be eaten before entering the store, so the drive through was used and we drove down the long roadway that runs parallel with our local airport runway to do a little plane spotting. I figured if I were going to make him shop - it was the least I could do. He was thrilled. It's amazing how it will probably never get too old and I'll be honest, it's something I've grown to like too.

PWM (Portland Westbrook Municipal) International Airport is a quiet little place with the unfortunate distinction of being the place where one of the 9/11 terrorists flew from and hit the North tower. That's pretty much it though, aside from being more expensive to fly into than Logan or Laguardia and driving up.

Directly across from the airport itself, on the other side of the runways, PWM was smart enough to put in a parking area to provide a place for Plane Spotters to watch those big ol' jets coming and going - heading to far off wonderous places. That's where we sat today. There's even a Yahoo group dedicated to 'spotting (no, I'm not part of it) and all that info can be found in this Portland Press Herald article written a few years back. The PWM site on my smartphone allows you to see what's coming, what's going, where they are going and where in flight the plane is. That's good enough for me. :)

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Bonny Eagle Pond - Buxton, Maine

We are so lucky to have a resource like this so close to home. This is Bonny Eagle pond, a local swimming and fishing hole literally within minutes of the house. This was the last official day of summer vacation so it was easy to just go and play and let the monkey learn how to jump out of and climb back into the boat.

"Who needs a motor?"

Our sweet little boat with our high tech anchor!

Fun at the sand bar

A rare Renee appearance!

At least he caught something - a very tiny White Perch

Relaxing back at the boat launch/swimming hole

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Just - smile!

At a major intersection on my way to work

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Sand Pond - East Baldwin, Maine

I can't believe I'm going to give up a favorite fishing spot, but in this instance it's just bass so I'm not too worried. We've proven there are enough lunkers in this pond. 

Sand Pond had originally caught my eye because it's stocked yearly with brook trout, but then I realized that the water is too shallow to maintain a year round fishery. I was also made privy by a local that at any time you could fish the outlet and slay the trout since they all eventually make their way to the faster moving water. The stocked fish are typically fished out over the winter by ice fisherman. I'll have to scope that out at a later date.

So - we dropped the boat in the water and it took me seconds to get us rowed out to the 'deeper water', or the 15 - 19' range. Fish were raising the surface all around us and I figured white or yellow perch or small bass in schools were broiling. Of course, a seen fish will never bite. It took some doing, but I finally talked the kid into a black and white daredevil and a silver spoon that we trolled off the back of the boat while I rowed us in circles around the 61 acre pond.

First hit was a nice 14" Smallmouth that surprised us both by knocking the silver spoon out of the park. After a good fight the monkey hauled him in the boat for gorgeous photo ops. As you can see - the fish are very clean and beautifully colored.

The next pass over the deepest area brought on a hit that just about pulled the rod out of the boat (note to self - we need rodholders), I walked the boy through playing the fish - we knew it was big - and he did a great job of reeling that bad boy to the surface and thank goodness I caught a picture of it - I swear, it must have been 20+ inches long and looks like a largemouth - as soon as he hit the surface he spit that hook directly at us and it landed in the boat. We looked at each other totally floored, and the monkey lost his first trophy picture opportunity. (note to self - we need a big net!)

The last fish finally hit the black & white daredevil and at least made up for the loss of the big one but you know it set us up for many more trips to catch the big one. This turned into a favorite spot all summer long.

The one that got away


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