Abercrombie and - ooops

How much did we pay for RuthNav? Well today was the day she proved it was worth it. Two very tricky journeys and no comedy mishaps! What a difference a year makes. She talked us through Camden to Freeport and we thought that was impressive until she took us from Freeport to Tripp Lake - cross country - through backroads and backwaters where we were fairly sure no strangers had been seen for decades. Heads turned, glances were exchanged - ah, but we're getting ahead of ourselves...


The pee-heeing rain had stopped by the time we set off from Camden, so it was top down and off to Freeport for a shopping-fest. We arrived, after a flawless journey a mere hour later. Ha! Who knew it was that close! John did jolly well in LL Bean - next time you see him, spot the new shoes, chinos and shirt. (And big smug grin at the bargains he got). We even stopped for a small refreshment, but he wasn't so thrilled by his choice of iced coffee. His nose wrinkled and he announced it was just as though he'd let a perfectly good coffee to go cold before drinking it. Y-e-e-e-e-s.....


Meanwhile back at the shopping-fest calamity had struck - Abercrombie and Fitch had been closed down by the fire department for some safety violation, and droves of teen girls were fainting and sighing and wailing with dismay. Whereupon the heavens opened again and Christies once more ran for cover.


Top firmly up, we keyed in Wolf Cove Inn, Tripp Lake, to RuthNav and we were off, along miles of tiny windy roads - no other traffic in sight. We would not have been at all surprised to come across the famed Shaker village or, indeed, Amish carriages on these roads. Instead - lo and behold - did not the might Poland Spring Bottling plant hove into view. You remember it surely - it provided a good day out last year!
And straight to our Inn! In a glorious setting beside the tranquil Tripp Lake itself, and across from Sarah's camp. From the breakfast room you can just see the tennis courts. And in the evening, as dusk was falling on this still evening, we could see the twinkling lights and hear the faint songs and cheers carrying across the water from camp. See you tomorrow, Sarah!