Camp. When I hear that word I think a tent, cooking dinner on a stick over the fire, biking around a campground with more tents, sleeping bags, and tinfoil. But camp up here in Maine means something completely different.
Let me explain how far north we are right now. I received a text from our cell phone company that said Welcome abroad! Different rates apply to texts and phone calls. Whaaa? They think I am in Canada. Yup, northern Maine is where the hubs is from- Presque Isle Maine. Look it up- it’s a real place, I promise. So I have been getting the grand tour of his hometown. It’s been great.
Camps around here are lovely. But the name just throws me off every time. Instead of tents and sleeping bags, it’s a cute cabin or house on a lake. And it is gorgeous. Matt’s aunt and uncle have a camp and they were kind enough to offer us a two day stay at their camp. It was a blast! We called it our vacation from vacation on vacation because we are on summer vacation from school (vacation #1) on vacation in Maine (vacation #2) at camp (vacation #3). We grilled out, had s’mores, kayaked on the river, watched the stars come out, complete a puzzle (my first one ever!!) and I saw my first moose. Let’s just say I think I could get used to this Maine “camp” thing.
There’s a moose in there- I promise! It was huge and so stinkin’ cute!
Hanging out on the dock- sour patch kids, mini root beers, and Farkle, our favorite dice game. The sunscreen doesn’t really count- it expired 6 years ago.