The day started with a dense fog - that never burned off. Our quaint little country inn with a nice delicate breakfast was invaded by our loud and unruly quartet of children. We sampled all the various bread they had to offer, not because we were trying to but because our kids took one bite and screamed I don’t like it.
Our plan was to go to a glass-blowing studio first thing (kids always behave better in the morning). We arrive promptly at 1000 (posted opening) and they have a sign that says first demo at 1230. Grrrr. So we sign up for that and wander off – our plan blown to bits. Next up was a cheese factory, also timed that poorly…no cheese making going on, just cleaning. We bought some cheese curds (a childhood favorite of Kristi’s) and then moved on to downtown Camden.
We spent some time in the toy store, pizza shop, and looking at the falls that run just under the main street into a small harbor. Cory spotted some pirate ships (really just some schooners) and Mary wanted to climb on the rocks. We would have stayed longer and taken pictures but we had to run back to the 1230 glass appointment.
The small studio was perfect for us. We were right up front and got to feel the heat from the furnace. The proprietor created a table center piece that was quite nice. It was interesting to watch her add the layers and colors. We all thought it was some sort of vase until the end and she made it into this flat plate looking thing.
The remainder of the day was the standard: mini-golf, unruly kids at dinner, and swimming. A couple of note worthy items. The weather continues to stink. The red parallelogram below is the Tornado watch for the entire freakin state (that occurred while dad and three “old” kids “golfed.” I use quotes because none of them acted old nor was the game we played anywhere near the game of golf). And Cory had his daily scream-filled-fit from a raindrop falling on him. If only he knew the larger danger looming – he would have gone into shock.
We asked the person in the lobby for a recommendation on a good place for dinner. Actually I had two picked out and asked her for her preference. We followed her advice, but apparently she thought I asked “where do all the old people go for dinner?” We brought the average age down by at least 50 years. I think a nearby party asked to be moved away from us as we were seated at about the same time. Our crew never travels anywhere stealthily and they were quick to ask the hostess to move as we followed them into the back dining area. Just to say I’ve had Maine Lobster in Maine – that’s what I ordered. The kids enjoyed looking at it, but to me it was a disappointment. It tasted just like all the other lobster I’ve ever had. I’ll stick with my primary seafood group from now on – shrimp.
Our plan was to go to a glass-blowing studio first thing (kids always behave better in the morning). We arrive promptly at 1000 (posted opening) and they have a sign that says first demo at 1230. Grrrr. So we sign up for that and wander off – our plan blown to bits. Next up was a cheese factory, also timed that poorly…no cheese making going on, just cleaning. We bought some cheese curds (a childhood favorite of Kristi’s) and then moved on to downtown Camden.
We spent some time in the toy store, pizza shop, and looking at the falls that run just under the main street into a small harbor. Cory spotted some pirate ships (really just some schooners) and Mary wanted to climb on the rocks. We would have stayed longer and taken pictures but we had to run back to the 1230 glass appointment.
The small studio was perfect for us. We were right up front and got to feel the heat from the furnace. The proprietor created a table center piece that was quite nice. It was interesting to watch her add the layers and colors. We all thought it was some sort of vase until the end and she made it into this flat plate looking thing.
The remainder of the day was the standard: mini-golf, unruly kids at dinner, and swimming. A couple of note worthy items. The weather continues to stink. The red parallelogram below is the Tornado watch for the entire freakin state (that occurred while dad and three “old” kids “golfed.” I use quotes because none of them acted old nor was the game we played anywhere near the game of golf). And Cory had his daily scream-filled-fit from a raindrop falling on him. If only he knew the larger danger looming – he would have gone into shock.
We asked the person in the lobby for a recommendation on a good place for dinner. Actually I had two picked out and asked her for her preference. We followed her advice, but apparently she thought I asked “where do all the old people go for dinner?” We brought the average age down by at least 50 years. I think a nearby party asked to be moved away from us as we were seated at about the same time. Our crew never travels anywhere stealthily and they were quick to ask the hostess to move as we followed them into the back dining area. Just to say I’ve had Maine Lobster in Maine – that’s what I ordered. The kids enjoyed looking at it, but to me it was a disappointment. It tasted just like all the other lobster I’ve ever had. I’ll stick with my primary seafood group from now on – shrimp.
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