Being at the tip of Maine made me realize that I guess I am a city girl. More from the unfamiliarity and wonder with which I met a world of green and blue than from any sense of longing for the 'real world.' Don't get me wrong, by day three I was ALL ABOUT getting home to a bed, bathroom and A/C but tiptoeing back to my incandescent dome in the middle of the night was certainly magical. There is something so secret and about being zipped up away from everyone.
Thomas Point campground was a sprawling, hilly wonderland - complete with old school playground with proper metal slide, merry-go-round, and 10ft swings. Playing there was like experiencing the childhood that movies set you up to believe you should have. How it 'should' be - before all playgrounds started to smell like melting plastic.
Substative reflections and descriptions of workshops with Bex, Ann, Malcolm, Caroleeena and others are to follow -as soon as I can get all these experiences organized in my head. It was a wonderful weekend. The thanks largely to the lovely and infinitely sweet, Maria Randolph. (Thanks Maria!)
I can't take credit of the great picture of her and Bex, nor of the ending group shot. See Kimberly Nicoll photography on Flickr for more.
More to come...