Saturday, March 08, 2014

29 September 2013 Last Morning in Maine

We awoke to our final morning in Bitteford and Maine with heavy fog. After breakfast we made a stop to hunt a puzzle final at an lpc in town. The cache was strange since it had been almost a year without a find. Lonely caches have become fairly common even a tenth-mile into the woods, but light pole caches usually continue to get found. We were happy to add our signature to the log book.

Clifford Park was a bit of a gamble. We knew there were caches in the park, but a few had not been found in 17 months. It's hard to believe traditionals in a city park would go unfound that long and a bonus puzzle after three finds would also sit unfound. I was skeptical when we arrived because the front of the park looked like a somewhat neglected city park. Once we reached the woods, rocks, and trails, I was very happy we had found this gem. We had a great time and wished for a little longer time window to hunt a few more hides in the park, but we were both pleased to find two caches which had sat unfound for a long time.

I was happy for a return to Portland Headlight. After our last visit, we had purchased a lighthouse passport book so Ali wanted to stop for a stamp. By the time we left Clifford park the fog and clouds had been replaced by bright blue skies. I struggle more with the question of visiting old favorites or making new memories at new places, but I was really happy for a chance to return again to New England. Hopefully, there is another visit waiting in the future.

Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see

It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

recorded by... Christopher Cross in 1979

For me the weather was so vivid on the morning we were here, this looks like a scene from a model train layout with a real building and a painted backdrop.

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