The Maine Monsoon season has arrived

Crazy weather abounds at the compound with some amount of rain, thunder and lightening daily for the last couple of weeks or so it seems. In spite of that we managed to get the lawns mowed, Car, truck and RV washed, a couple of minor additions installed within the camper. That was after starting the weekend making a shopping run mid-day Saturday plus were able to grill and eat supper on the deck yesterday and this evening. Dodging the wet weather has become a game with Mother Nature.

Of slime and spores

Slugs and mushrooms, so much rain and lingering cloudy weather as this was a somewhat drier day while walking the backyard I see the mushrooms making a much earlier appearance then in years past. The slugs have been out in force since before the snow left. Apparently snakes don't eat slugs not that I can blame them, damn things are so slimy I won't even try to squish them.

Rising from the ashes of blogging purgatory

Nothing like seeing winter in the rear-view mirror while several of it's traits seem to cling to the bumper on the road to spring, in the meantime blogging again has fallen off my must do list. Hence I find myself now on the second of the first two campground excursions of the year both of which provided cool temperatures and more rain than we deserved. Still the novelty of the camper we bought last year remains and this weekend's trip to the central Maine community of Farmington satisfies putting it to purpose as often as we can get away. Carol's choice of campground and region was a strategic destination to make genealogy ties this time locating the resting places of ancestors on my mother's side of the family. Beginning with my great grandfather's grave at the first of four cemeteries on a loop Carol had mapped out as we pursued and located several other relations at each stop. Of course along the route we stopped for lunch a at "cafe" for a BBQ chicken sandwich to sustain us through the remainder of the day's hunt.

The campground itself was I'd say a little "rustic" which in this day and age means poor or no internet and over the air television while the general appearance supported that perception. Seems the main feature of the campground was it's side business of running a disk (Frisbee) golf course and this was a weekend that a tournament was being held. That in itself didn't trouble us as did the constant playing of pop/rock tunes from central course area which premeditated the campground.

Unlike the last trip we brought the dogs along with us much to their happiness and dismay in as they seem to want to go if they could stay home at the same time. Dogs so it seems can struggle with voyeurism vs. complacency as much as their owners.