The Freedom Trail

 We could have spent a couple of days in Boston but we only had 1/2 a day.  We did about a 1/3 of the Freedom Trail.  We had a knowledgeable, quirky tour guide take us back in time.

 The trail is marked with a brick path to follow around the city.

 People will leave a pebble or token on the grave stone to show they had been there.

 This is Mother Goose's grave stone.

 An interesting note, every President since... I can't remember which one, has stayed in the Omni Parker hotel when they visit the city.

 This is where the Boston Massacre happened.

Every 4th of July the Declaration of Independence is read from this balcony.

 This gal was giving out fortunes for a dollar.

 The Famous Mike's Pastry, the line wrapped around outside of the bakery.

 Hi Mike!

 Gabe is hoisting up a goat like they would on the boat to get it aboard.  This is one of those hands-on museums, one of the best I have ever been in.  I wish we had more time to spend in there and check everything out.

On the Lake in Maine

 We just can't let go of our beloved life-liners for a second!

 One evening we lit a paper balloon and set it sailing across the lake in memory of Barb and Cathy.

 Mollie and I had downloaded a bunch of line dance songs to her ipod and had a dance night, twas way fun!

 Camp Relief was built in 1901.  It sits at the northern tip of Belgrade Lakes.  It's name was given because the mosquitoes don't hang out here because the wind drifts up onto the camp and it is a relief when the breeze blows the nasty biters away.

 1st catch of the vacation!

 King of the hill, err, lake...

 Each night one family unit would prepare dinner.  We had such a yummy variety of tasties:  a lobster bake, clam chowder, steak, lasagna, low country boil, burgers...I know I gained 10 pounds this week!

 Of all things there was a piano.  Nightly entertainment by the Dougmyster.

 My Maine puzzle, I love doing puzzles on vacation.  I can't do them at home because our cat like to jump up on the puzzle and scatter pieces every which way.

 It gets uber dark at night in Maine, the screened in porch was the place to hang out!

 A quiet moment by the lake.  Love the book I was reading, The Curate of Glaston by George McDonald.

 A tree swing over the lake, now that was cool!