This is a view from the deck at Howieland on Sebec Lake. Some of you have been there, most probably wish they have. Bones and I went up for what I expect will be my last hunting trip, as I've decided to close that chapter. Many war stories were re-hashed, much beer processed and I took a few cholesterol bullets in the gut, courtesy of Simone's delicious sausage gravy over biscuits. I've been trying to figure out how I can get it through the mail...
One shot, one kill and one barrel to clean. It was delicious smothered in sour cream, toasted garlic and smoked paprika.
I can only think of one other spot in Maine where I've had more fun times and nicer views, but didn't have time to go there this trip. That would be Flagstaff Lake, and I will return next year, or the year after. Who knows? There are big fish there.
After a brief visit and , as usual a fine meal with Doug and Rita in New Sweden, I spent the night in my tent on my land which went up for sale a couple of days later. Kind of a nostalgic visit, as I love the place, especially the campsite I had the loggers leave untouched. The rest of the land bears logging scars, but in the long run will be a healthier stand of woods and will support more wildlife. After a cool night (I forgot to close the flap) and a mild rain, I bid adieu to all the memories and fine times and headed south.
I won't regale you with the details of the last week other than it entailed packing, shipping, lifting, cleaning and emptying the flat for the tenants who move in 1 Nov. Bruce and Sylvia came over to lift a few one night and we were fortunate to still have a couch and a couple of chairs. Adios, Westbrook.
The trip back to Algorfa was successful. We didn't land in the Atlantic or Petrograd and only missed one connection, the last, in Murcia. It afforded me the opportunity to re-acquaint myself with Spanish beer from the tap. Vanessa and Richard met us at Callosa and chauffeured us home, while his "welcome home" slithered down my throat to re-acquaint me with canned Spanish beer. Can't decide which is better, so I need to head for the cafe and investigate further. It's good to be home, and resting for the next move-to the new home, but more on that later.
