We ran away. Just for the weekend, but still we ran away, and we just returned home. We packed up the good ol’ truck and trekked the 6.5 hrs from our neck of the woods in Maine to Button Bay on Lake Champlain for the annual Lake Champlain International fishing derby. Colby’s family has participated in the derby since it’s inception, 31 years ago. It’s a family tradition that he’s been partaking in off and on since he was a kid and this year was my first year attending. And all I have to say, is Lake Champlain is beautiful!
These pics were taken from Button Bay on the Vermont side of the lake. It’s about an hour South of Burlington.
More specifically, these photos were taken on the point, which is about a half mile walk along the bay down from our campsite. It was worth the walk!
We met up with a couple of Colby’s cousins and their kids, and also some friends, and we all bunkered down in our tents at the Button Bay State Park campsite for the weekend. Now, I should divulge, Colby and his cousin Eric are a little hardcore when it comes to fishing. They take it VERY seriously. The up at dawn kind of serious. Definitely not my jam. So while the boys fished their little hearts away, I spent a significant amount of time here:
Oh yes…have hammock…will travel. I poured through one book before I started conking out and napping in the hammock instead. So while the boys were fishing and Angie was in the hammock, the moms had their hands full with the kids. Which included kids in trees:
Of course there were smores:
And brown bears:
Can we just talk about the ooey gooeyness that is brown bears? I had never heard of them before this weekend and I’m SOOOOOO excited to learn about this food. They’re made kind of like smores in that you roast ‘em over the fire. And because I think the whole world needs to be made aware of brown bears, I’m sharing the secret. Here’s how they’re made: you take a stick, wrap an uncooked crescent roll strip around said stick, cook the dough, slather it in butter, sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar, and enjoy.
It’s like fried dough for camping! Delicious! There was also a lot of hanging around the big boat at the campsite:
And pig piling on the canoes:
But mostly there was fishing.
I got to go out on the bass boat one late afternoon and had a blast! The kids kept trying to reel in the big one while the adults spent alot of time untangling lines or replacing lost wacky worms (new fishing lure term I learned).
Even the kiddos took the fishing tourney seriously.
The prizes for getting the big fish are HUGE! There are many different categories and prizes but I’ve learned that you can win big cash…like $150,000 big. But needless to say, we didn’t come home with the big prize.
I was amazed at the gorgeousness of the lake as the sun started to set.
And those two black blobs in the water…those are a pair of cliffs hanging out of the water in the middle of the lake. I thought they may have been Champ, Lake Champlain’s version of the Loch Ness Monster, but I was clearly mistaken. But as the sun set on the last evening of fishing, the boys made their final casts and we headed home.
But not before Colby caught a big fish:
So after four days of traveling, hanging out at camp, hammocking, and fishing, we’ve returned to Maine refreshed, relaxed, and ready to attack many of those projects we left behind us.
Pssst…Sadly, I don’t have a single picture of me from the whole weekend! Boo! I have got to start giving my camera to others to use so I can get in on the photos too!
Psssssst…So I’m back on the DIY train this week. Be sure to check back for some serious project bidness going on this week!
As I mentioned yesterday in the Ski Map Art post, hurricane Irene made its way to Maine this past weekend and she is one angry chick! Even though we’re about 45 minutes to an hour from the coast, we still experienced some ridiculous rain and even more ridiculous wind. We were lucky and only lost a couple of trees.
Those are only two medium sized trees and they fell between our driveway and the neighbors house. We were lucky. Here’s another shot:
Colby actually took the afternoon off to chop up the tree and clean up the yard. The dog even helped…kind of.
It was amazing how quick Colby cleaned up the yard. By the time I got home from work, there was nothing left other than a stump. We felt lucky. Our neighbors however, were not so lucky. Colby, Goose and myself were out on the front porch watching the wind go whipping up the street. All of a sudden there was this loud CRACK and Colby went screaming down the hallway yelling, “that’s not good, that’s NOT good.” We ran outside to find this:
That’s the view from our second floor window down into the neighbor’s driveway. They had a huge tree come crashing down onto their cars. So so sad. From the end of their driveway you can’t even tell that there’s a truck, an SUV, and a garage. Scary.
But it was so great to see the entire neighborhood come running out to make sure they were okay and then to help clean up their yard. The cleanup revealed this:
Poor truck. Luckily, the truck protected their second car and broke the tree’s fall. If that’s a luckily situation. Hmmmm. Thankfully the tree wasn’t much bigger or it would have taken out Colby’s company car as well:
I don’t know how the fence managed to stay in tact! The whole night we kept hearing the wind whipping and later another crack, which turned out to be one of our smaller trees in the back yard. Let me tell you, when I heard that crack I went running out of the living room to an interior space as fast as I could. I’m pretty sure I threw my laptop clear across the room in an effort to run for cover. You see…I thought it was the other neighbor’s tree, which if came crashing down would head right into our living room, where we were sitting. Thus, my paranoia.
As crazy as our weathering of the storm was, it was nothing compared to what Colby’s hometown, Rochester, Vermont, is going through right now. My heart is absolutely breaking looking at all the photos and hearing/reading all the news coverage. Thankfully, every member of Colby’s family is safe and sound on high ground but many are stranded. You see, they live in a valley and all the rain caused massive amounts of flooding, washing out many roads and bridges. Here are a few pictures from the damage, courtesy of Facebook:
The devastation is seriously intense and I want nothing more than to pack up my car and go to Rochester and Granville and help everyone clean up the mess and put the roads, bridges, and buildings back together. Unfortunately, you just can’t get there due to washed out roads. The community is literally stranded and cut off from the rest of the world right now. Entire houses have been washed away including the house Colby grew up in.
Here’s a video of some of the destruction courtesy of CNN:
In the middle of the video you see a house in the background with a red car. That’s Colby’s grandma’s house, which thankfully was spared. The overflooded river is running right through a park…a park that we took Goose to just a few months ago. My thoughts and prayers are with “The Valley” and all of the Vermonters going through this.
Now to lighten up this Debbie Downer post, I bring you Goose:
Pssst…Can you believe Goose lets Colby put him in these positions?! And then take about a million photos of him?! Such a strange dog! Did all of you on the East Coast manage to weather the storm?
A few weeks ago, Goose had his first swimming experience in a small stream in Vermont and he hasn’t been back in the water since. Goose and water do not go well together! Here’s the scoop. We started wading across the stream leaving Goose on the shore by himself, his second most least favorite thing (the being left alone part). Thus, in jumps Goose and he swam all the way to “Goose Rock” in the middle of the stream. This is where he decided to park it and bark until Colby rescued him. Such a hero!