By the Sea Vu, By the Sea Vu, By the Beautiful Sea Vu

Cheryl: You and me, You and me, Oh, how happy we’ll be. I’m happiest when I’m near water, and this afternoon we pulled in to the lovely Sea Vu RV Resort in Wells, Maine, and snagged their last available RV slot. We’re here for two days, maybe three and this place fronts on a wonderful marsh where you can see all kinds of water fowl, and beyond the marsh is a big harbor full of moored boats that opens on to the big blue Atlantic Ocean! We’ve left the extreme heat, humidity and mosquitoes behind in New York and New Hampshire. Here there is an ocean breeze full of the taste of salt and the temperature isn’t more than 80 degrees. Man, this is da place!
We understand from our friend, Pete, in New Hampshire that the crowd from Boston, MA, uses Maine as their getaway place and from all the Massachusetts license plates here, I believe it. We had to pull into our slot between two big trees and the space was fairly narrow. The people here are so friendly and came running to help us guide the trailer through the trees. Then, two of the guys came into the trailer to take a look at the Norton. I talked to a lady from MA who spends the summers here, and she said she and her husband never run out of things to do around here like driving up Ocean Blvd. to get a look at the Bush’s place or swinging around the corner to eat at one of two great restaurants. Anyway, we are now investigating what else there is to do and see around here to keep us busy for the next two or three days. By the way, we’re very near Kennebunkport.

I forgot to tell you that yesterday we stopped in a little Vermont town called Black River and ate at place called Pot Belly Joe’s where I had the best bruschetta ever! The place was quaint with broad wood beams and big fans on poles blowing the hot air around. We forget that not every place out east has or before this has even needed air conditioning. That’s the second restaurant we’ve found that didn’t have air, the other was in New York, and we didn’t even stay and eat. I’m glad we braved the heat and stayed at Pot Belly Joe’s.

This morning we set off from Sandy Beach RV Park south of Farmington, NH, and headed off to see our friend Pete who lives in a civil war era house, about 150 years old. He and his first wife began the as-yet unfinished restoration of the house, but since then Pete has been occupied with his career as an Air Force KC-135 Tanker pilot among other interests. He used to race Norton motorcycles in his younger days, but now his garage houses a silver Corvette. He is semi-retired like Frank and spends his time making beautiful cases for antique shotguns. Right now he’s building a case for a double Flintlock shotgun that dates to the early 1800s. Anyway, we had an interesting visit with Pete looking at the workmanship on the rifles he owns, his incredible gun safe that weighs at least a ton, his shop, and of course his Corvette. We stayed at Pete’s for a couple of hours and then took off for Maine with a hand-drawn map he made for us. We were a bit tired of following the “BIB” after her false leads yesterday. Oh yes, Pete was telling me about a guy who was on American Idol, David Cook, I think. Anyway, he has some great music out that I’ll try to find on ITunes. One song in particular he said reminded him of me and my little journey in the RV without Frank a few years ago. It goes something like, “When I find me, I’ll come back to you.” On that “note,” I’ll turn you over to Frank for his side of the “story.”

Frank: Pete and I agreed that we need to keep getting together every 20 to 25 years or so. Anyway, this is a very nice RV Park. Quite POSH (Port Out, Starboard Home). Quite Expensive. (Don’t tell Cheryl.) Lots of Class A’s, C’s, and 5th Wheelers. I think we lowered the average value of this little cul-de-sac by half when I pulled in here. I’ve stayed in RV spots that are “pull-throughs”, and I’ve stayed in RV spots that are “back-ins”, but this is the first time I’ve stayed in a “drive-through” spot. It’s sorta like a pull through in that you drive in, unhook the trailer and then drive around and park next to it. The trouble getting in was that I had to make a sharp right turn off a very narrow “street” into the spot and at the same time put the whole rig between two huge trees. Frankly I didn’t swing q-u-i-t-e wide enough and it took me, Cheryl and three neighbors to help be back up, jockey to the side, and then re-swing the turn. The guy who is camping directly across from us said he’s been here long enough to watch three rigs park in this spot and all three had the same trouble, so I’m pleased to be part of a long tradition. Anyway, I signed us in for two days and then thought we might stay a third day but when I went to the office and scarfed up some “local attraction” flyers I’m not sure there’s enough for us to do here for three days, no matter what the lady next door says.

BTW, today, while in Concord I asked a guy, “Where is the Concord Bridge where the Minute Man fired ‘the shot heard ‘round the world.’” He said for me to turn right, go to the end of town, turn left and then drive 65 miles directly south to Concord, Massachusetts, and I can’t miss it. Darn, I woulda SWORN it was in Concord, New Hampshire. Also BTW, I found out that “Concord” is pronounced “Con-kerd” up here. It seems that “Concord” was the name of a supersonic airplane, and Con-kerd is the name of a town. Sorta like “Prescott” and “Preskit” I guess

That’s it I guess. Except that I still have nightmares about turning the rig around that big-ass tree at the bottom of that ^%$*!#* dirt hill yesterday.

Heave Ho Ye Landlubbers,
Captain Hook, Wendy, Peter Pan, and Tinkerbelle.