Posts Tagged ‘Glamping’

Pardon my mysterious absence (it was mysterious, wasn’t it?) but we’ve been holing up in campgrounds advertising internet connections, yet…  Well, here, lemme give you the gist:  One campsite swore up and down that they had an internet connection.  What they didn’t swear to was that it was available to campers.  Yep.  The office was all internetted up, but do you think those sinister trolls would share a bit o’ that?  For love or money??  Pffft!  I could hear them cackling as I shuffled off dejectedly.  “Har har har!  Happy camping there, Skippy!”  GAH!

Now, we’re set up for two nights in a spot just outside of Bar Harbor (I can’t tell you how badly I wanna shove an extra “u” into “harbour”…it’s a Canuck thing) where the internet just vapourizes without so much as a by-your-leave.  So, I’ll keep this short because if I make it really long and it vanishes, I can’t promise that I won’t just smash the living hell outta my laptop.

The campground here has something I’ve never seen before:  pay-as-you-go showers.  Um, what?!  Yup!  It’s twenty-five cents for five minutes of water.  Now, I don’t know about you, but I honestly don’t have a clue how long a shower takes.  I just get in there and sorta zone out.  Now I’m envisioning that water shutting off while I have shampoo gouging out my eyes or soap in a…er…delicate female area (ow!!)…and then scrambling to shove more quarters into the stupid machine.   Lemme think now…um….yeah….NO!  Instead, I decided to give our trailer shower another chance.  The procedure was greatly improved this time.  Why?  Well, I’ve finally figured out how to wash my (loads of) hair!  Dunno if you recall my describing how the shower head droops to the point of well, pointlessness.  It showers the wall it’s hanging on and a bit of your left foot.  Not great for hair-washing as you might imagine.  Well, this time the little light in my cranium went on!  I figured out that if I back up under the shower head and rest it on top of my head, it’ll send a fairly steady stream of hot and/or cold water over my head!  Are you as exciting about this as I am?

Lemme just shove a couple of photogs in here.  I’m running low on graceful segues at the moment so I’ll just slam ’em in here.  I’m not normally a flower girl (meaning that I leave the gorgeous flowery shots to those better equipped to do them (same goes for people shots)) (wow…did I just do a bracket in a bracket?  That’s awkward!) (Where was I?)….oh yeah…flowers:

(I have no idea what this thing is and I apologize for the focussy messness of it – don’t say I didn’t warn ya about the flower shots!)  If anyone has any thoughts on what this plant might be, I’d be interested to hear.

(This one is a Ladyslipper – I just thought it was complete cool.)

Bar Harbor (pronounced Ba-ha-ba by the locals – the Maine accent is beyond delightful!) is a gorgeous little spot.  My only regret is that we’d discovered it before all the tourists did.  I guess it’s the same with most really cool places.  The hoards of lookie-loos just mess it up.  Anyhoo, loads of cool souvenir shops and tours we could take if we were so inclined.  I accosted some poor woman who was just getting off of a whale-watching tour boat and asked her what she saw.  She said, “we saw jack!”  (I didn’t ask who Jack was, cuz I know him well.)  Apparently there have been (get this) NO whale sightings so far this year.  Bummer.  I guess we’ll try again next week when we’re back in this area.

We finally saw a lighthouse!!  See?

And here are a couple of other shots of miscellaneous whatevers from the past two days:

(Addition to wishlist:  I want a door like this opening onto the ocean!!)

(I’ve never been good at those swooshy water shots so you get only crispy critters from me.)

(I have no idea why I think seaweed is so cool, but I do!)

(I read somewhere that you can’t go to Maine and not take at least one dorky boat shot.)

(I totally just made that up.)


Our first day on the road is finally (thankfully) over and hooboy! what a yawnfest it was!  We drove ohhhh, gotta be at least 200 hours today, mostly on the NY Interstate and mostly in that annoying drizzle that just won’t quite let you get the setting right on the wipers.  It was somewhere between can’t-see-schitt and that dragging rubbery groany sound that makes you wanna gnaw off your own arm.

Bob did all the driving because, as we all know, turnips aren’t not permitted to operate motor vehicles under any circumstances.  Therefore, my job, as Chief Turnip, was to read my book (Slow photog day?  Oh, honey, you bet your furry butt!):

A most excellent book so far, I might add.  I also did sudoku until I went blind.  I apologize, I don’t have a picture of that for you.

Once I had read a hearty chunk of my book and sudoku’d myself into early-onset dimentia, I occupied myself by playing with our cameras.  I used mine to try to get a shot of a truly artfully splatted bug on the windshield:

but, alas, my lens was too long so it didn’t work out.  I was too road-weary to contemplate changing it for one that would have worked on this project.  That was when I discovered some really fun settings on Bob’s little pocket-sized point-n-shoot.  Check this out – This setting is called “fat”:

  AND!!!  The really exciting news is the discovery of THIS setting (called – get this – “thin”):

I hereby decree from thence forward that THIS setting will be the only one permitted for use on photogs of me!!   Can I get an “amen” on that?

Later, as we were driving along, I happened to look up from my book (or whatever thumb-twiddly thing I was engrossed in) and saw an old run down scary-looking house standing in a field.  I had taken to talking to myself at this point and I muttered, “the hills have eyes…”  Bob, who is not a movie freak as I am, and is most definitely NOT a horror movie fan, said, “What did you say?”  I repeated what I said.  Then he said, “Weird…that’s the name of the campground we’re staying at tonight.”  I clutched at my chest and wheezed out a “w-w-w-what?!”  “Yeah,” he said, “Weird that you should say that…”  Now, in theory, Bob should never have even heard of that movie, so, in my horror, when I looked over at him and found him trying desperately not to laugh, attacked him viciously.   He is now sporting a book-sized dent in his forehead of which I am most unsympathetic.

Before I go put my jammies on, I have to tell you about the shot I missed…  Just before we arrived wherever it is we are (Somewhere near Springfield, Mass.), I spotted the most amazing thing.  You know those yellow diamond-shaped signs that have a picture of a deer leaping on them?  They usually say something witty like “deer crossing,” right?  But they don’t usually have an actual deer standing under them, do they?  Well this did!  I was so amazed that I sat there agape with my camera sitting useless  in my lap while I wondered aloud how often THAT happens… then… “Aw, crap!”  Waaaaay too late it occurred to me what an awesome shot that would have been.  Sigh…

The Glamping Life.

I have never blogged before and do not intend to make this a habit but I really want to share a few things with our followers.  Firstly I can not thank the hosts of this trip enough.  It is a trip I could only dream about until this offer came about.  It was a trip of a lifetime for me and I look at my 1300+ pictures everyday and still can’t believe I was there.  If they say a picture is worth a 1000 words I have a novel to put together.
Please note that I have been a tent person for over 30 years and this is my first glamping trip.  It is a real treat to have a nice safe, warm, dry, and fully equipped home to come home to everyday. The only creepy thing that I found is that Airstreamers are all Airbuds.  As you exit the trailer there could be one out there just waiting to hear about your Alumination.  Not my thing really. They all seemed really nice and all but as I said not for me.
I think we managed really well in such close quarters for 11 days but we seemed to understand how to give each other space. We learnt our cues like when it was time to listen to the radio or the wham of Bob’s head on yet another cupboard left open.  It was mind boggling to see Phoenix doing so well in the NHL finals yet nobody had a clue what was going on.  Could not get a plain and simple t-shirt come hell or high water.  I have never camped (glamped) with modern technology where you can log on and check your email or hockey scores.  What can I say other then wow we have come a long way. That is if the wifi is up to snuff.
One more thing:  I’d really like to give credit where it is due.  Mother Nature is the best…she has created some really awesome things in this world.  But please hold the nasty weather.  Seriously, no snow next time or lightning storms in the distance.  Even wind is not for me.
Give glamping a chance this was a long haul.  I think trips a little closer to home and without me crowding your space will make it a great experience. Over and over again.  What a life.
Thanks again to my best traveling buddies for this Glamping trip. Ya another one off the bucket list.
Where to next?  Newfoundland?????