Camping Adventures, Part 2!

 Moose Madness!

See… moose!

One of the things that Josh shared in our “interview” was what occurred on a hike he and his mom took to Sandy Stream Pond (an easy hike from our campground).  One of the things he learned as a Junior Ranger was that you should stay at least 20 feet away from the moose (and other animals) and shoo them away if they’re in your path.  This news got put to use on his hike with his mom… they had to shoo away two deer, and then they saw a moose up close… in Josh’s words “I heard a moose peeing – which not a lot of people hear.  And I saw a moose with flies tornado-ing his butt, and they’re big… and even more big.”

I had my own moose encounter on the Sandy Stream Trail.  I decided to go out for a walk on my own during our second day, wanting to take some time to sit out on the Big Rock viewpoint and do some thinking and writing.  I stopped at the first viewpoint to see if there were any moose out in the pond – they love the water there and it’s a popular place to see moose.  On our first night we saw a bull moose out across the water and so I had hope that I could see another one.

Bull Moose from the first night – yay for the zoom on my camera.

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Camping Adventures, Part 1

Katahdin from one of the viewpoints at Sandy Stream Pond.

I just got back from a camping trip up at Baxter State park here in Maine.  It’s beautiful there, Katahdin is a gorgeous mountain, rising up from the area around it, and I always love my visits here.  This is my third summer spending a long weekend at the park, going up with some friends who have been camping at Baxter for years.

We were only there for two nights, but I have a lot to say – so prepare for a few entries (hopefully more than one a week) while I get it all out!  I have a lot of reflecting to do, plus, I have lots of pictures to share!

The story, in no particular order: Continue reading Camping Adventures, Part 1

Slight Teaser

Eek! It's a Moose!

I’m exhausted, and the heat is conspiring to make it difficult for me to concentrate, or even get my brain to work really.  I promise, soon, to regale you with stories about my recent adventures in Baxter State Park… but for now, enjoy this teaser picture – know that a story will soon follow!  I’m off to put more anti-itch stuff on my bug-bites (of doom!)

Something with Strawberries

So many strawberries can only mean even more berry-based creations on the way

I celebrated the 4th of July by going strawberry picking, and then creating a dessert with some of them.  I wanted something chocolate, with the strawberries, and maybe that could use the “Cream Filling” recipe that I found in an old cookbook.  My answer to these cravings: Mini Chocolate pies, with custard and strawberries – of course!

Old recipe, from an awesome old book.

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Portland… on an apron

Confession:  I hate doing laundry.  It involves trying to gather clothes for a full load (to justify the money I have to spend), dragging the laundry bag downstairs (I’ll admit, I use the elevator… but I used to have to haul it up a hill, and I think that was like negative conditioning to want to avoid having to do laundry).  Then there’s having to wait for the machine to be done (paying attention to the timer and not being able to really get involved in anything while I wait), and then haul it all upstairs… then I have to fold and sort and put it away.  Sigh….

So, why am I sharing this?  Because I realized that I also am messy when I cook (I was always a fan of Big Messy Art…) and my clothes keep getting flour, sugar, and frosting on them.  Not to mention, I like to wipe my hands on my pants, or skirt, or whatever I may be wearing.   Which means more laundry trips.

So, I decided it was time to find myself an apron!  Having limited funds, it made sense to sew something.  And I’ve been somewhat inspired by a blog I’ve started visiting : New Dress A Day, and wanted to try my hand at some styling of my own.

I’m bad at following patterns, or planning my sewing work ahead of time – so I can’t really share, well, what I did in order to make this lovely, unique apron.  But here’s my attempt:

What I used: I have a lot of random t-shirts floating around, and so I took two of them to re-purpose. Continue reading Portland… on an apron

Glimpses of the Past

A few years back I tried to start a blog where I planned to post my transcription of some old family papers – Glimpses of the Past – It was fun while it lasted, but life interfered and I lost the flow of it.  Now I’ve decided to start in on some more of the transcription – and I’ll probably post some of it here.  In the meantime – here’s a letter I had a lot of fun with:

Meet Abbie Davidson

This was written by Abbie Davidson — the Granddaughter of Robert Dinsmoor, the “Rustic Bard” (More of his work to come later!).  She would later marry Sewell Grimes (in 1868), and give birth to both Abigail and Lucy Grimes (who also have their own share of documents).  Abbie Davidson is my great-great-great Grandmother.

Bracketed pieces in the transcription are words I’m not positive I have correct.

The First Page of Abbie's writing

One lovely evening in June, some members of the family in which I then resided, proposed taking a walk to which we all gladly assented, and accordingly set out.
There were in all, nine persons, & together, we constituted a joyous party.  We first passed through a delightful grove [Till] we came to the bank of the river, where was an encampment of Indians.  After spending as much time as we wished in looking at their [cabins]& manner of living, we were preparing to leave for home, when two gentlemen came in a boat, from the opposite shore, & said ‘if we would like to cross the river, they would go over with us’.  This was just what we wanted, we had long wished to see the fort, which is in [process] or erection & we eagerly embraced the opportunity.  The evening was mild, the river calm, we had good company & as it was my first sail in an open boat, I enjoyed it in the highest degree.  We crossed in perfect safety to the opposite bank & commenced taking observation[s].  We first came to the for[t], ascended the stone steps, which were one hundred & three in number, from which heights we had full view of the village as it lay spread before us. Continue reading Glimpses of the Past

A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.

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