Ever since I retired eight years ago, I really don’t take vacations anymore. I no longer have a need to hit pause and get away from anything. I already leave home a lot to travel and play so I guess some would say I’m on a perpetual vacation. But, I would probably call my latest trip to Maine a vacation, because I played tourist for a week. I didn’t go to explore, take a road trip, or see new sights. I went to Maine for nine days to visit family and soak up some coastal Maine summer time sights, smells, food, and weather.
For more than a week, I had fun being a tourist. I did stay-put camping at Bayleys Camping Resort along with the hundreds of other campers who were there. I visited with family, caught up with some high school friends, played outside most days, road my bike, listened to some music, went to the beach, and ate lots of great food. I didn’t have any contemplative or awesome experiences to write about. So, I’ll let some pictures tell the story of my week in Maine.
I ate lots of great food. Had sweet corn and lobster almost every day.
I visited with class mates from my high school days.
I rode my bike down to the beach on several days,
I hung out at the Pirates Patio, Its a boat wreck of a bar right on the beach.
I heard some great music.
I had a couple of drinks.
And that’s what I did on my Maine summer vacation. No big adventures, no new accomplishments, no new sights, no new places. The weather was perfect. There were some casualties resulting from my stay in southern Maine. There’s a few less lobsters in the water, a few less corn ears on stalks, and a few less clams stuck in the mud. But, some sacrifices had to be made to support my tourist lifestyle.