Rangeley

We are back in the car...headed for Rangeley.We stop at a pond where I find something interesting to shoot. I wonder if it's edible.
This is a pond. Yes, a pond. There is something in Maine about it having to be at least 85 feet deep to be a lake. This "pond" is only 65 feet deep.


We get to Rangeley and it's time for lunch! I had the best blue-cheeseburger and french fries with gravy! Everything was good.
Not only is there a lot of hunting and fishing going on, but Rangeley is a big ski resort town. The ski season is bigger than their other seasons.

There's the border patrol. They found us. It's time to head back.
Click on this picture to make it bigger. It's Rangeley Lake. It sort of reminds me of Crater Lake. There are actually houses on that island.

So Tad spent a total of nine hours in a car with us. He's definitely a keeper.

Smalls Falls

Just this little sign on the side of the road told of this state park. Little did we know what awaited us.





Tad took the camera a went to the top of the falls. These are the pics he captured.

Going North

It seems odd to go north while we are already in Maine, but we went west and north - mid way up the state. Enjoy the pretty pictures.



We just got to the camp and are overlooking Porter Lake.
This is a view of the camp from the back. I spent so much time last year looking at the camp from the front while hooking the chair pad that I felt as if I had intimate knowledge of every bush and tree in the front. I had never seen the back side of the camp.
Bruce walking up the path from the camp. Porter Lake is behind him.
I took this at a high rate of speed. I'm lucky I caught this much. It says, "High Rate of Moose Crashes next 30 miles". I still did not see a moose.

Common Ground Fair part deux

We finished lunch and are walking, walking...

There were too many booths to visit them all and I didn't take in the barns, etc. But hand made furniture always fascinates me.
Rachel picked up some wood roasted coffee. I had a coffee roaster to roast coffee over an open fire. I wonder what I did with it?
There is nothing like sausages and jerky.
Knit Christmas stockings.
You can learn about solar power. We saw plenty of places in Maine using solar power. It seems to me that it would work well in Tennessee.
I don't know what he was doing stripping the branches off sticks, but he looked charming doing it.
These pictures are for my spinning friends.





These yarns are by Good Karma Farm.
Then there was sea glass. I LOVE finding sea glass...no matter where it is.
She decided on Tide Line as the name of her shop when she found all the letters in the name in one day of beach combing.
Here is a cooper hard at work.

Rachel said she has never seen pie cones anywhere other than the Common Ground Fair.

Bruce got his.
Fortunately, we got a ride back to the car via wagons pulled by tractors. That was good, because I was ready to make a lean-to and live there rather than walk any more!

This was an excellent fair and I'm glad we went. I don't know if the men had enough to keep them occupied, but Rachel and I certainly did.