back from maine, again

Yup, one more trip down for the count - this time, the infamous Maine Retreat. Jeff Jarrett, Sunny's friend, invites a helluva lot of people down to his parents' house in Limmington. What usually transpires is a lot of drinking, some canoeing, and many complaints about mosquitoes.

This year, things went relatively smoothly. Well, at least the part that I was around to see, as Susan and I got to the rendezvous point 2.5 hours late. We floated down Saco, found a nice beach to start a fire on, and camped for the night. Our tent looked like a mix of a horror house and a broken umbrella, but we made do. Clearly, pillows or sleeping bags were not on our packing list, so we were forced to pass out on the very uncomfortable ground.

Next day, once we extracted ourselves from the river, and the deer flies from our skin, we visited the next Maine attraction - a drive-in movie. These places are a dying breed, and let me tell you why: it's not the most comfortable way to spend your time. But, at least you have a few yards and a cloud of exhaust smoke to separate yourself from the neighbor.

All in all, we sure did have fun, and it was wicked nice to reconnect with nature, even if it was just to say "I'm so glad I work in an air-conditioned office!"