At the end of the fourth day we made the trek from the coast to Lincoln, ME.  We got in, got our room and journeyed out to my mother-in-law’s camp on Combolasse Pond.  It may be a pond by Maine standards, but definitely a lake by California standards.

I say this every year, but I could really do with a place up here.  This is my ideal - an adirondack chair on a floating platform that I could swim out to and nobody could get to me.

Two weeks later I could swim in and be at peace with the world.  That, of course, isn’t reality.  What I did do was pull Shannon and a neice in their boat behind a kayak while they were tormented by a nephew in a kayak.

It was a good day.  Tiffany flipped a kayak coming out to join us and then we went later again and I flipped - it just wouldn’t be kayaking if you didn’t get your hair wet once.

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