Not much has been happening around here lately. I've been working, Jeremy's been working. Same old, same old. We did take a "vacation" a couple weeks ago. I had some use-it-or-lose-it vacation time at work so I decided to use it. We went camping up north, in "The County." It was okay. It would have been better, but it rained every day. Camping + rain = no fun. It was great to see a different part of the state, though, even if we didn't see a moose.
We did one short (but torturous) hike on the trip in between rain showers. Jeremy found a trail that was .4 miles round trip, but it went up and back down a mountain. That means it was .2 miles straight up and then straight back down. It was horrible. I fell so many times on the way down. The view at the top was nice at least.
We also got some kayaking in when it wasn't raining one afternoon. This was much more fun than the hike.
Friday, our last day, we went up to Fort Kent for the Ploye festival. A ploye is basically a buckwheat crepe. Fort Kent is on the border with Canada and about an hour from where we were camping. It was so different up there from where we live in "Downeast" Maine. I have never heard so many people in the US speaking French. It was pretty cool. Also, we ran into a couple from our church while there! They were on a trip to Northern Maine and then Quebec. We ended up eating dinner with them before heading to the giant ploye.
The ploye was okay, but it started pouring while we were looking at the people making it. Go figure - it seemed to be the theme of the trip.