Campground Life

Make up, nylons, heels and a notebook in hand…boy you don’t find me in that combination very often…but there I was, in the middle of the conference, loving every minute of it. The tourism business is wonderful because we are so varied and when we get together it’s a hodge podge of people that guide…

If you were reading this blog in December, you know that we were caught by surprise by Zaven’s un-planned, un-anticipated heart attack.  Let this be a warning to everyone…his cholesterol levels and his blood pressure had always been textbook low…but when he got to the hospital he needed an immediate stent and there was question…

these stairs are between sites 2 and 3 and across from sites 20 and 30

This morning we awoke to a picture perfect snowfall and a pounding surf. But you know what they say about the weather in New England, if you don’t like the weather, blink. Yesterday it was warm enough to wear just a cotton sweater down at the beach so after we had gotten all of of…

You know about random acts of kindness. I try to live every day of my life on the belief that what comes around, goes around. I know, without a hint of a doubt, I have been blessed beyond logic. The families and individuals who trickle in and out of my world are wonderful. The other…

The last day of January…brrr…tide’s way out at midday…no snow, only ice at the water’s edge.

The sky, the ocean and the landscape are blurring into a unified, steel gray background lately. It’s cold enough to stay inside without feeling like a lazy, quickly growing soft-around-the middle, 40 something. Just to prove to myself that I wasn’t making excuses, an hour ago I bundled up and walked down to the beach…

For the most part, this week has been devoted to Fiber College and our annual call for instructors. To prepare our instructor call list beyond the vendors, instructors and students whom we know personally, I scour the national magazines, websites of fiber festivals throughout the East and leads people have given me during the year…I…

When you look out my windows this morning, you might as well be looking through a bowl of Vaseline glass…we’re completely socked in with fog and the only sounds are the dripping eaves, screaming gulls and a thunderous surf.  It’s about 62 degrees and I have the picture window beside me wide open to air…

Late last year, Steven and I attended the dedication of 140 acres that neighbor Bruce  Probert gave to a public land trust for the sole purpose of outdoor recreation.  It’s a beautiful track of land, kitty corner from the campground, threaded with trails and streams.  We spent this weekend exploring and breaking new cross country…