At a little after 3:00 pm EDT, the Welch family came home from a 5-day car trip. Yes, we came home...to our summer home. It might sound a tad high-falutin' to say "the Welch family summers in Maine".... but that's exactly what we do. And, 3 years in, this is a tradition that has started to settle into our blood. When I saw these today....
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I-A... I-A... I-N-D-I-A-N-A-C-R-E-S.... Indian Acres!!! Indian Acres!!![/caption]
I felt like I was at home.
Because I was.
And the feeling only got stronger as the first afternoon progressed. From the random greetings until the meet-n-greet event just prior to the first dinner, and then dinner itself, the re-connecting with friends seen (usually) exclusively during the summer only furthered the sense of return.
I'm home for the summer, folks. And there's a whole bunch of friends and family to share it with.
3 years ago, I blogged about camp here in Maine. This year, I've decided to take another run at it. Hopefully I'll come up with enough new material to make it interesting to the 1.5 people who actually read my ramblings. One thing is already divergent--this time, we reside at the boy's camp, so the experience is a bit different. Rampant testosterone has a way of altering any experience, methinks.
I'm excited to be back, and excited to be logging my thoughts and memories here again. As I sit at my work desk, with only a small fan in the window to blow the cool Maine night in my face, slapping the occasional skeeter away from feasting on my blood, and listening to the utter quiet of the campground (before the campers actually get here, mind you)... I know, deep, deep down....
I'm home. Gonna be a great 2 months. Let it begin.
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I-A... I-A... I-N-D-I-A-N-A-C-R-E-S.... Indian Acres!!! Indian Acres!!![/caption]I felt like I was at home.
Because I was.
And the feeling only got stronger as the first afternoon progressed. From the random greetings until the meet-n-greet event just prior to the first dinner, and then dinner itself, the re-connecting with friends seen (usually) exclusively during the summer only furthered the sense of return.
I'm home for the summer, folks. And there's a whole bunch of friends and family to share it with.
3 years ago, I blogged about camp here in Maine. This year, I've decided to take another run at it. Hopefully I'll come up with enough new material to make it interesting to the 1.5 people who actually read my ramblings. One thing is already divergent--this time, we reside at the boy's camp, so the experience is a bit different. Rampant testosterone has a way of altering any experience, methinks.
I'm excited to be back, and excited to be logging my thoughts and memories here again. As I sit at my work desk, with only a small fan in the window to blow the cool Maine night in my face, slapping the occasional skeeter away from feasting on my blood, and listening to the utter quiet of the campground (before the campers actually get here, mind you)... I know, deep, deep down....
I'm home. Gonna be a great 2 months. Let it begin.
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