Monday, January 26, 2015

I'd rather be fishing.

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"The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope."
John Buchan
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Every once in awhile there are opportunities too good to allow to pass by in life. I consider a chance to be on a boat, in the Gulf of Mexico, with a reel in my hand to be one of those opportunities.
We were blessed to go on a trip with a trip with friends to Destin. There are no for certains of getting anything in the boat. There may be several full-bellied fish in the water by the end of your trip without ever seeing their beady little eyes staring at you as you remove the hook from their mouths. But it sure is fun making an attempt for the biggest catch.
Part of the enjoyment for me is being out on the water. Blue sky, deep water, no concrete; all is well. I have an appreciation of salty water, it seems. One of my favorite quotes is by Isak Dinesen...
“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.”
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This past year all three have served me well.  Each has a purpose.  Times call for one or two at the same time, perhaps.  The two men who taught me to love this sport the most are no longer here on this earth.  My dad lived long enough to hear about my first fishing adventure in Alaska.  The ultimate "one that got away" story of a 40ish lb salmon that snapped my line when fishing in a remote village West of Anchorage.  He told me he had always wondered what fishing up there would be like and seemed glad for me that I was able to experience it.
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Grandpa Miller passed away just this past year.  No little girl was happier than I when Grandpa said I could keep the worms we found when working in the garden for fishing later in the afternoon/evening.  He lived long enough to also hear about our family's (my second) fishing adventure in Alaska.  The one where the only thing we fished out of the Russian River was Tim.  Poor guy...
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So, it seems, marrying a man who loves fishing has served me well.  And vice versa.  When all else has been considered, "Let's go fishing!" is always at the top of our list of things to do.  While not along on this particular trip, our boys both love to go fishing as well.  It's always fun to see who brings in the first, longest, largest, most strange, tastiest, etc. fish.  All are fun tales to tell once back on land.

Alex turns 12...

049 We have arrived at the preteen year.
The year of 12.
The year where he begins to step up and out of childhood and into the world of teen-dom.
I am not really sure either, he nor I, are ready for this, but here we go.
My first born.  The one who gave me the name of "Mom" for real. (There's a story behind that "for real" part from my college days for another day.)
My Alexander Henry, named after his great-grandfathers on both sides of the family.  The one who has always been task oriented, self motivated, and energized like a pink bunny we all know and love.
He's growing up.
When I first held him in my arms I did not believe I could love him any more than in that moment.
But, I do.
In spite of our similarities and differences, agreements and disagreements, highs and lows, this boy has my heart.
Always and forever.
No matter what.
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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Our Nation's Capital

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Quickest trip in history to and through Washington D.C., but we made the most of the time we had there. The day was amazing.

Maryland

We took a detour off the main road to go find a lighthouse.  Finally, one was on the map not too far out of the way and was not "closed" for the winter.  It was a beautiful spot for a lighthouse and the history behind it was such a great treasure.

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Friday, January 2, 2015

Lady Liberty

Back to New York (via Rhode Island and Connecticut, two more first time visits) and into New Jersey to take a ferry to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.
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Massachusettes

From Boston, to Plymouth, to Cape Cod...all first time visits on a beautiful day from beginning to end.  Good food, friendly people, and blue to beyond where the eyes could see.
Boston Harbor was the choice stop for the city.  Walked the boardwalk to stretch our legs for a spell.  Beautiful city.
Plymouth held much "history came to life" moments for us.  We were forewarned, thankfully, that Plymouth Rock is rather small and not that spectacular.  That being said, we walked to see it and found it to be exactly as described.  Saw a parade while in town, too.
On to Cape Cod.  Honestly, I could have stayed in Cape Cod's West Dennis Beach for a long, long time.  So quiet.  So peaceful.  So, so beautiful overlooking Nantucket Sound.

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Thursday, January 1, 2015

sights and tastes of Maine

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prettiest Maine sign in the state was on the way out
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Anglers had more desserts than entrees. The blueberry pie was good. ;)
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apple tree in our campground
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Saco KOA had a tie-dye t-shirt activity for campers. 
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Saco KOA also had the best and largest blueberry pancakes ever.
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This made me smile.

We spend the morning in Searsport relaxing and getting our plan together for the trip South, toward home.  We then made our way over to the local flea market and found some treasures.  There, we found out a good lunch spot. Anglers...where the menu holds more sweet than savory items. 
After a late lunch and a blueberry pie to go, we headed to Saco, our final stay in Maine.
Saco held much fun and a little rain as we settled in for the night.  Staying there was worth it for the breakfast the next morning...blueberry pancakes!