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Trip report
Sunday, August 20th, 2006 09:42 amSo, we went down to Portsmouth.
We were a little early -- on Saturday, all the traffic is coming into Maine, and rambled around the small garden at the appointed meeting place until David and Meg arrived, whereupon a short consultation took place, after hugs and exclamations.
It being a Saturday in August, we decided the better part of valor was not to attempt Portsmouth Towne itself, but rather to seek lunch in New Town, aka Strip Mall City. Applebee's was the venue of choice, and there we descended to sow consternation and dismay for a couple of hours. (Actually, only moderate amounts of consternation and hardly any dismay; our waiter was very patient and extremely good-natured.) It was lovely to see Meg and David again -- much too long since our last visit.
After waving good-bye to Meg and David, and seeing them safe on their way back to I95 in a Bostonly direction, we headed upcoast via a circuitous route designed to miss the awfulness that is the southernmost stretch of I-95 into Maine on a Saturday in August, arriving in Old Orchard Beach at sixish for a brisk walk on the beach before heading back to the Confusion Factory, beating the rain by minutes.
This morning, we have more rain, and a threatened high temperature of 68F/20C, which is More Like It, in my not-so-humble opinion. In a few minutes, I'll go play bartender to the hummingbirds, start some laundry and get down to cases with Kate, Borgan, Ignat' and the rest of them.
Random photographs ( behind the cut )
We were a little early -- on Saturday, all the traffic is coming into Maine, and rambled around the small garden at the appointed meeting place until David and Meg arrived, whereupon a short consultation took place, after hugs and exclamations.
It being a Saturday in August, we decided the better part of valor was not to attempt Portsmouth Towne itself, but rather to seek lunch in New Town, aka Strip Mall City. Applebee's was the venue of choice, and there we descended to sow consternation and dismay for a couple of hours. (Actually, only moderate amounts of consternation and hardly any dismay; our waiter was very patient and extremely good-natured.) It was lovely to see Meg and David again -- much too long since our last visit.
After waving good-bye to Meg and David, and seeing them safe on their way back to I95 in a Bostonly direction, we headed upcoast via a circuitous route designed to miss the awfulness that is the southernmost stretch of I-95 into Maine on a Saturday in August, arriving in Old Orchard Beach at sixish for a brisk walk on the beach before heading back to the Confusion Factory, beating the rain by minutes.
This morning, we have more rain, and a threatened high temperature of 68F/20C, which is More Like It, in my not-so-humble opinion. In a few minutes, I'll go play bartender to the hummingbirds, start some laundry and get down to cases with Kate, Borgan, Ignat' and the rest of them.
Random photographs ( behind the cut )
