We just returned from a week of camping near Acadia National Park, Maine. No hot aliens or landslides or Ice this time, but I did start a new short story about two guys who go camping to test the solidity of their relationship. My husband and I have survived many camping experiences, a lot of which have been well, not so great is an understatement. They’ve involved accidents, injuries, illnesses, floods, and many trip to the ER, but we still keep going. This trip was one of the rosy ones, with perfect weather, good friends, and the kind of relaxation that you feel when you get home and think, “Yeah, that was fun.”
Here’s the sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain (at 4:30!)
Here’s a deer with his antlers in velvet:
And here’s some of that beautiful Acadia coast:
