camping with meat, fictional Scrabble, high school dreams

J. and I spent a long weekend at Recompence Shore Campsites in Freeport, Maine, an attractive private campground on Casco Bay with individual sites that, on average, are somewhat larger and further apart than one finds in state parks. One of the nicer benefits of the place, for omnivores, is that Recompence is adjacent to (and, I believe, operated by) Wolfe's Neck Farm, and you can walk from your campsite to the farm store and return with high-quality, naturally-raised meat for your campfire grill.

We spent our days driving around coastal roads or inland backroads looking for cool stuff, the only real goal being to find fresh corn or other vegetables to eat with the steak.

Sadly, most people (we noted as we walked around the campground and noted what sites we would prefer on future trips [*]) weren't cooking fabulous meat and local produce around their campfires, but had apparently mostly gone into Freeport for surf-'n'-turf.

Highlights of the weekend include dinner every night, not getting killed in numerous narrowly averted head-on collisions with an astonishing number of large vehicles not able to stay in their lane, and playing ( fictional Scrabble )

( Dreams )

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[*] We prefer the larger, more secluded, and cheaper sites in the woods to the smaller and more crowded and more expensive ones (with admittedly killer views) right along the bay. It was still only a fifteen-minute walk to the beach from our woods site.

[**] "NAPTL. It's a Yiddish word."
- "Oh? That surprises me. I would have expected Aztec."
- "... It is! It's the lost tribe of Israel. They went to Central America and started up the Aztecs. But then they got really tired and that's where the naptl comes in. It's a ceremonial garment you wear when you sleep in the afternoon."
- "What does it look like?"
- "It's covered in feathers. ... It's kind of like a down comforter."
- "In Mexico?!"
- "Well, the climate was different then."