Maine, Day 3

After a healthy dose of ibuprofin and a brief nap to let it kick in, I was feeling human once again.

Today was beach day. We drove down to Ogunquit Beach rather than take the Campsite's shuttle van to Footbridge Beach so that we would have a little more freedom and discretion for coming and going. We got to the beach at around 11:45am, which put us exactly between low tide and high tide. We started out close to the water but quickly moved back when we saw that the tide was coming back in quicker than we first anticipated.

The boys didn't spend much time in the water today. I briefly took a walk in up to my knees, but that was enough for me. I thought the water was freezing. I ended up huddling under my umbrella away from evil Mr. Sun and reading my book. We ended up staying until close to 3:30pm, when we decided to pack up our stuff and bring it back to the Explorer. Then we took a walk around town.

At one of the little shops we found a painting from a local artist which depicted a couple sitting on a bench in the moonlight overlooking the ocean on the Marginal Way. Way too eerily, it looked like Maria and I, sitting on "our bench" the night we got engaged here 17 years ago. Needless to say, it was a no-brainer purchase. The artist herself ran the store and sold us the painting, enjoying our story.

After a little bit more of walking around, we stopped at a restaurant for dinner (pizza and pasta). That hit the spot after a pretty long day. We were going to go back to the beach for a walk, but the tide was still too high for us to cross the river, so we decided to leave. We ended up going to the mini-golf place to check out their new "human maze". It was pretty tough. John made it through in 8 minutes, I took 12, and Kevin took 13 (because he cheated by crawling under the walls). Maria watched from the observation deck.

Back to camp, and the boys wanted to go to the pool (where I'm writing this from). On the agenda for the rest of the evening are showers for all of us and then some R & R.

Tomorrow, we have to move our campsite to another one around 40 yards away. What a pain that will be. Hopefully the new site opens up early enough that we can get the move done without cutting too much into our last full day here.

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