LL Bean

We are in Freeport, ME. We stay in a motel once a week so that I can be assured of good Internet for my online class. I did not know where I was until I mentioned that I was in the home of LL Bean and someone in the class then told me my location.

This part of the county is certainly LL Bean territory. This time of the year there is a certain look about many of the campers. You see few families because kids are in school. You have the hippies. They like tent camping. Then you have the LL Bean crowd. There is a certain look - brand new hiking boots, khaki pants, a green shirt and either a vest or sweater tied around their necks (not worn).

I spent most of the day getting ready for class so Cindy walked to the shopping district. It is true that I had asked for something from LL Bean. She bought khaki pants. She doesn't quite understand the look - correct fabric and color, but not enough pockets like those down the side of the legs. She said that she was looking for something that had a large enough waist and legs that were narrow. I guess that is my look.

Doesn't seem fair

This was supposed to be a National Parks tour on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the parks. We decided to start in Acadia (Maine) and then move to the next closest park. Acadia was really great and we stayed 5 days. 

I should have taken a closer look at the map. We have under a week left and we are not close to another park. Time to move to plan B. We now are going to spend a couple days in the Poconos and then we will head home.

I have a theory based on the history of Acadia. I think the interesting land in the east was purchased by rich folks. They decided to give Acadia to the government to protect it. Many generational, multimillion dollar homes surround the park. Land in the west did not receive the same attention. Just look at the map - my theory seems an obvious conclusion.

The Gathering Place

This is my perch for the morning. It is raining and in the low 50s so we decided to take a rest day. No reason to let our hectic schedule burn us out.

Imagine me sitting in one of those red rocking chairs, thinking deep thoughts, taking the long view, and pondering the big picture. All of this with a great view. I have a wall socket to keep charged and good wifi. A few others have started showing up as well. They are quiet. Not like the coffee shops I frequent in MSP. No business guys talking about deals or those poor souls interviewing all dressed up in their suits. I am not certain why the image of 20 somethings in suits always makes me smile. They look so cute. I would have taken a selfie so you could actually see me in this picture, but my arms are too short.

I am thinking I could probably run my online class from here. Probably not - I am kind of an introvert and talking in front of people who did not pay to listen is not my thing. It would be fun to try and I am running out of my data allocation from the month from AT&T.

Nail down your tent

The Maine campground we are staying in very nice. Large spots with great trees so you feel you are not staying in a Walmart parking lot.

The owners have taken an interesting approach to make use of the land they have. Much of ground is uneven and very rocky. To offer customers a place to put up their tents, the owners have constructed wood pads. You nail your tent to the wood platform instead of staking your tent to the ground.

The result can be quite spectacular with many sites hanging over the sides of steep side hills.

We have encountered this approach one time before and we think we may have visited this same campground many years ago. We were in Maine at the time and we did set up a tent on a platform. We never actually got to use the tent because Cindy had an infection in her arm that required we visit the ER and then stay in a motel.

Nailing down your tent reminded me of one similar experience - riding the ferry on the inside passage on the way to Alaska. Young backpackers took their dome tents to the bow of the boat and duct taped the tents to the deck. They were out there drinking wine and having a great time. I also remember a storm came up with winds and heavy rain and they had to retreat inside in the middle of the night. The adventures of youth always make me envious.

Fantasy failure

Located in the deep woods or not, Sunday is still the day for football. Time to check my fantasy team. I have never been a fan of the fantasy game. You should root for one team and stick with your team. Being loyal is a big thing with me.

I have been participating in a fantasy league to keep other people happy. It seems to be the thing to do.

My team has been struggling. Today I am down 50-12 while having more men in play than my opponent. My quarterback earned one point today - two interceptions and no touchdowns. I did draft Tom Brady, but then I remember that he was ineligible for the first four games. I told everyone else that I thought this was a good move because the others thinking they were smart passed him up. I would have him for all, but the first four games. There are more quarterbacks - I think mine got to play the entire game. My players seem to be turning in poor performances just to spite me.

I see there is a button labeled "get a team". Maybe I should give that a try.

My wife keeps trying to explain this fantasy thing to me. "You have to drop some players and look for better ones," she says. I try to explain my loyalty thing to her, but she says that is not how the game is played. 

Just wait - Tom Brady will return and my fortunes will turn around. This is probably why they call it fantasy football.

BTW - the Vikings (the team to which I am loyal) did win today (again). Take that all you midwest loser Packer fans.