Just a 30 Minute Ferry Ride Away...

Tomorrow we are off to one of my favorite places on earth...

Islesboro, Maine...

 A tiny island off the coast. Last week I told you about Lincolnville... Well the ferry to Islesboro leaves from there and a short, blissful 30 minutes later you are literally whisked to another world. A world of "Island Life & Island Time" a place where you stop caring what show is on TV that night or any such nonsense...

Oh yeah... also a world shared in the summer by CEOs and celebrities, (John Travolta to name one) but no place is perfect. That being said, Islesboro is close in my book...

My parents own a "camp" there... That is "Maine Speak" for a cabin... I spent a lot of my childhood there, especially summers. We were free to roam... it was as close to blissful as a childhood place can be.

 I remember one year we had visitors in late August (actually we had visitors non-stop, but this was one particular time...) who wanted to watch the evening news and my step-dad told them sorry, but the TV broke in July... We kids hadn't noticed. Every night was cocoa & popcorn while we played board or card games (parcheesi or queens usually) the a chapter from whatever book we were reading that summer then off to bed. It was heaven... I still have those same feelings when I visit as an adult, so I am excited to be going tomorrow.

Alas we are not going for happy reasons... My Parent's are selling "The Camp"... (you can peek at the MLS here if you want...) With their needing to go into assisted living soon and the fact that they can't handle upkeep here, let alone on a second home, it was the wise choice.

They offered it to us kids first (to buy) but since none of us could afford it, it is now on the market. It is bittersweet, bitter because it is a big part of my childhood being sold, sweet because it has become just one more burden for my parents... The Camp costs them a lot in taxes and upkeep, but neither of them has been over there in two years... They just can't make it...

We are going over tomorrow to remove some of the more sentimental and personal items...

Sad, but at least I get to spend a day there...

I'm sure I'll have lots to tell you tomorrow...

Thanks for listening,