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Winter Finally Arrived… WHAM!   Leave a comment

5 March 2017

2017-02-17_07-41-19-50pct20x_It was an uneventful start to the new year until recently.  Light flurries, not much snow, so little in fact that I kept forgetting to attach the snow measurement stake to the fence post so we could gauge the approximate snow depth using the webcam image.  Finally attached it on the 15th of January (first appearing on the next day’s noon snap archive) – still mostly bare ground.

Got dustings that hung around for a day or two until the 7th of February, when we got about 6 inches that prompted a visit from my plow man. From then it snowed 6-8 inches every few days so that by the time we showed up on the evening of the 16th of February there was close to 2 feet of snow on open ground. My plow guy kept up with it all (six visits over eight days), but I didn’t contract with him to shovel a path to the door, so that was my job upon arrival… in the dark.

The snow density was significant. It didn’t fall light and fluffy, there was some moisture in it.  Then the temperature must’ve fallen because the snow ended up being a bit stiff.  The best technique for shoveling was to cut the snow into shovel-sized blocks first, then shovel the cut blocks off to the side.  The snow was deeper than a shovel-thrust, so I cut two levels of courses each time.  It took a while, but the blocks were stable so the shoveling only required lifting, not lifting and balancing.

The next morning was a workday for me (Friday telecommuting – thank goodness for the internet!), but about 6:45am there was a knock on the door and the propane delivery guy was there, saying the snow was too deep to drag the propane hose around the back of the house to fill the tank.  I asked if he could come back tomorrow morning and I would shovel a path around the back of the house for him by then. So every couple of hours I would take a break from the computer and go out to shovel more igloo blocks out of the snow in a path around the back of the house.  Lynn took care of shoveling off the deck so we could refill the bird feeders. It was a bit of work to hand-shovel the paths, but I know how to shovel with my legs instead of my back and I took frequent breaks (I had telecommuting work to do as well), so it ended up ALMOST being enjoyable – out in the bright cold air, getting exercise!  The propane guy delivered without a problem the next (Saturday) morning. A full set of pictures (it was pretty in spite of the work) can be viewed here.

Once we left and headed back south, Mother Nature teased the mid-coast area with 3-4 days of late-Spring-like weather (sunny, temperature hitting 65°F), so the ground is back to being mostly bare.  Perhaps winter is over, but one can never be sure.  I’ll put the shovels away sometime in May…

Posted 5 March 2017 by Gene Vogt in Maine, Newcastle, The Ballot Box, Winter

A Quiet and Relaxing Turn of the Calendar…   Leave a comment

14 JANUARY 2016

Another “last week of the year” spent at our getaway in the meadow by the brook – our favorite way to ring in a new year.

As is our pattern and preference, Lynn and I spent Christmas down south with the family, and headed north the day after.  Christmas Eve was spent at Megan & Dan’s house in Lowell with the usual crowd (Dan’s parents Paul and Susan, sister Anna and her husband James, Audrey and Todd), and with new invitees this year; Gail and Cam came down from NH, Kris came down from Maine, Dylan came up on the train from Boston, and Megan and Dan’s friends Jessica, Ashley, Jeremiah, Brianna, Morgan, and Morgan Jr. joined us for a relaxing and enjoyable evening.  Good food, good drink, good company, good conversation!

Gail and Cam came back to the TreeHouse with us to stay overnight, while Kris and Dylan bunked out at Megan and Dan’s, and we all re-convened at our southern house for Christmas morning  stockings, breakfast, and under-tree presents.  The meal was a feast of breakfast pies (two quiches and a French-toast casserole) and our traditional Christmas breakfast treat of bagels and cream cheese with Nova Lox – and red onion for those that wanted it.  The overnight visitors departed for homes about when the girls and spouse/fiancée departed for in-laws/future-in-laws.  Later in the day we wandered down the street to my sister’s house for a while, delivering the grand-nieces’ and grand-nephews’ presents, then back to the house for a light supper.

Saturday morning we packed the car for eight days in Maine and aimed the CX-5 north.  Lunch at the Kennebunk exit rest area (mile marker 24) broke up the drive nicely (we – or at least I – have a soft spot in our palate for Popeye’s Fried Chicken, especially the biscuits). We stopped at the Shaw’s supermarket in Wiscasset for a first round of provisions (milk, eggs, salmon and a veggie for dinner, etc.), and got to the Ballot Box around 4:30 pm.  The salmon we bought was fresh farm-raised, and I grilled it in my usual way (grilled on very high heat, basting frequently with seasoned lemon-butter), but it just wasn’t as good as our usual Faroe Island salmon that we get from the fish market at the bridge in Damariscotta, but of course not as expensive, either!  That meant we’d have to be sure to do another slab of the good stuff during the week, which we did!

The rest of the week was relaxing and low-key.  We cooked all our meals at home until the last few days, listened to a lot of music, read books, watched TV, I did some tele-work, Lynn did a lot of quilting, I changed all the smoke-detector batteries on New Years’ Day (the replaced batteries had an installed-on date of March 2013 – shame on me!!), I worked on getting the daily noon snap image capture from the webcam working for the new exterior webcam rather than the window webcam, and then rewrote the display page to pull the image from the appropriate web site subdirectory based on the date (pre-2016, pull from the old webcam archive; 2016-and-beyond, pull from the new webcam archive).  I love JavaScript!

Thursday (New Year’s Eve) we met Jan and Joyce at Mae’s Café in Bath for lunch, stopped afterwards at the Reny’s in Bath to look for some specific items the Reny’s in Damariscotta didn’t have, discovered that the quilt shop in Bath appears to have vanished, and headed back to the Ballot Box to mix up our traditional New Year’s Eve clam dip (a can of chopped clams, a brick of Philly Cream Cheese, Worcestershire Sauce and salt to taste), and try to stay awake until midnight.  Ordinarily we would also watch our 20+ year old recording of Dinner For One, but we decided to loan our DVD copy to Jan and Joyce so they could experience it, so we watched a movie on Netflix and a PBS special, then flipped channels between the ball dropping and other stuff while eating chips and clam dip.

New Year’s Day was also pleasantly quiet.  We initially headed for Crissy’s Breakfast and Coffee Bar in Damariscotta for lunch, but they were closed (as were most shops in downtown Damariscotta) so we headed to Sarah’s Café in Wiscasset to enjoy their soup and bread bar – haddock chowder for Lynn, beefy chili for Gene.  Back to the house for more relaxing activities, then off to the Newcastle Publick House for a delightful New Year’s dinner – petite beef wellington to share as an appetizer, seafood pasta for Lynn, lamb rack chops for Gene, all from the daily specials menu.

Saturday was also quiet and relaxing. I got a second “noon-time web-snap” from the exterior webcam, which made me feel a bit more confident that I had cracked the code on how to capture and archive a noon-time snap from the hi-res exterior webcam to the web site.  I had had it working since 2 July 2011 on the low-res indoor webcam that looks out the front window over the front lawn and driveway, and I’ve made rapid-snap year-long videos of that view to watch a year go by in about 4 minutes (set to music, of course), but I wanted to transition over to the hi-res webcam on the first of the year; Dec. 31, 2015 and earlier would be low-res, Jan 1, 2016 and later would be hi-res.  To do that cleanly I needed to overlap for a short period of time; dual noon-time snaps, one from each webcam.  I cut it a little closer than I wanted to with the new webcam, getting it snapping at (or about) noon with just 2 days to spare.

Sunday we reluctantly packed up and headed south; our 8-day-escape was over.  BUT… we get to go back up 15-18 January because I get MLK Day off!

Posted 14 January 2016 by Gene Vogt in General, Maine, Newcastle, The Ballot Box, Winter

All’s Well at the Ballot Box…   Leave a comment

10 FEBRUARY 2015

This has been a winter like no other for a number of reasons – a long stretch (until the end of January) with very cold temperatures but very LITTLE snow; then more snow in a 7-day stretch than the Boston area has EVER seen since snowfall has been recorded, and about 6 feet has fallen over a 30-day period, beating the previous record of 58.5 inches, which was set in 1978.  And mid-coast Maine has endured the same pattern, though because of Lynn’s auto accident and recovery (which is progressing, thank goodness) neither of us has been up to the Ballot Box since the morning of the accident for Lynn and a few days after the accident for me.  Because of the storm in Maine November 2-4, the Ballot Box was without power for about five days, and lost power a couple of times in the weeks after (I know when the power goes out because both webcams stop transmitting images to the web site).  There was no power at the house while I was up there collecting essentials for Lynn, so I did my retrievals with a flashlight, and did what I could to prep the house for a possibly long period of time with no occupants.  We have not done a hard winterization of the house in the past because we would head up every two or three weeks for a long weekend and go up for the entire week (and then some) between Christmas and New Year’s.  We leave the heat on low (set at 46°F), turn the well pump and the hot water heater off, drain the pipes and empty the toilet tanks, but we don’t drain the hot water heater or put anti-freeze in the toilets and traps which would be necessary to endure a hard freeze.  This year has been different.  I left it as we usually do in case we or the kids wanted to use the house, but no-one did.

We’ve not been back up yet since the accident, but we had two disconcerting episodes with our propane delivery this winter (ran out twice, not sure why and wasn’t sure if any cold-related damage was done).  We recently adjusted our delivery to every two weeks during the winter, but I was getting anxious about why we ran out at all (was there a leak in the line?) and whether there was any damage, so I headed up this past Friday afternoon by myself – initially intending to stay the weekend but planning on leaving early if the new storm that was a possibility became more of a probability.  All was well at the house; nothing froze, everything was working except the light bulbs in the exterior light fixture by the door were all burned out (must’ve been on when I was up there during the power failure so I didn’t think to turn them off… they were probably on for three months straight!) and the webcam that aims out the deck door at the bird feeders has had a nervous breakdown and keeps cycling on and off so I unplugged it.

The threatening storm did become a likely storm, so I headed back Saturday afternoon to avoid driving 3+ hours Sunday in a snowstorm, but it was gorgeous and sunny Saturday morning so I took a walk along the driveway and shoveled footpaths taking some pictures

Posted 10 February 2015 by Gene Vogt in Maine, Newcastle, The Ballot Box, Winter

Time Flies Like an Arrow…   Leave a comment

Wow. Seven-plus months between blog entries. Where do the weeks go? It’s been a quiet winter in Maine, mostly because we haven’t been able to get up north as much as we’d like. The late summer and fall slipped by almost unnoticed; Megan and Dan and their friends Drew & Rachel bumped Lynn out of the house for a long weekend in August, which worked out well as Lynn had some doctors’ appointments and a quilt class to teach down south, then Lynn and I were back for a l-o-n-g Labor Day Weekend stay. I left on the southbound train out of Brunswick on the Tuesday after Labor day while Lynn stayed at the Ballot Box for what was left of her summer in Maine. I headed back up on the train on the 12th of September for Lynn’s melancholy “end-of-summer” return south on the 15th.

We did weekend trips back up through the fall – such a wonderful time in the mid-coast area; the days are still warm, the nights are cool and refreshing, and the bugs and the tourists are scarce! Lynn and Megan and Audrey had a “girl’s weekend” up north with the Munroe females (no boys allowed!!) in early October; it was Megan and Audrey’s introduction to the Munroe Family’s annual outings in memory of (and funded by) matriarch Marguerite. It was sad to have to finally admit that the “deck” season was ended as we put away the outside furniture and took down the outside speakers until next spring.

Our annual Day-After-Christmas trek north was impeded by snow this year, but not delayed by a blizzard like in the past. In the mild-to-moderate snowstorm (6-8 inches total) we s-l-o-w-l-y drove up on the 26th (the usually-3-hour ride took 7 hours) after a delightful Christmas morning spent with the girls and their significant others in the southern house and afternoon at the less-crowded-than-usual Foley Open-House. Our 10 days up north coincided with some of the coldest weather we’ve experienced in years, which culminated in a recorded (and photographed!) deck temperature of 21 degrees BELOW ZERO farenheit on the morning of January 4, 2014. We had our traditional New Year’s eve dinner at the Damariscotta River Grill and were able to stay up north through the 4th of January, heading back south a day early to avoid a predicted blizzard on the 5th.

The month of January was mostly a bust as far as visits to the Ballot Box go, partly for good reasons but mostly for bad ones. I contracted bronchitis-bordering-on-pneumonia in early January, missed a full week’s work, and was barely able to make it to the family event of the year – the wedding of my sister’s oldest daughter on the 25th (the NERVE of them getting married so close to my birthday!!!). I made it to the wedding, but just barely. We were able to make it back up on the 31st of January for a long weekend, then we weren’t able to return until the 26th of February for an EXTRA long weekend visit with my sister from Wyoming who needed some Maine coastal scenery and winter lobster after so long on the dry and windy high-prairie plains! We bought six crustaceans for the three of us, cooked them all up on Thursday night, ate three of them hot that night, and then made lobster rolls out of the other three for Friday night’s dinner!

We were finally able to return to our every-other-weekend pattern for the 13-16 March weekend, when I finally remembered to finish painting the window screens that didn’t get fully painted last spring (our ten-day April-May vacation to Scotland last year messed up my planned screen-painting schedule so five of the seven screens didn’t get a coat of paint on the inside-facing side). They got finished this year; we’re all set and anxious for the warmer mid-coast breezes!

In the fall-winter span I managed to acquire two new webcams; one to replace the original webcam that’s been in place looking out over the driveway area since Spring of 2011, catching any large-object motion in that area, and the other one to aim at the bird feeders on the deck out back during the winter and the hanging plants on the deck during the summer, and also catching in-the-act anyone walking around on the deck. Those got deployed in late October, and the November and December treks up were occupied by a rocky attempt at replacing the ancient Pentium-4-based house server running an ancient copy of Windows Server 2003 with a self-assembled dual-core quad processor-based machine built from parts left over from my rebuild of my home workstation last summer. I got the Frankenstein-computer (so-named because it was brought to life using parts from older dead computers) up and running in November with Windows Home Server 2011, hauled it up north on a Gene-only weekend, set it up and got it running along with new software to manage both webcams in security-mode (recording detected-motion incidences from either camera, archiving the evidence and emailing me copies in near-real-time) and added a substantial copy of our music library in MP3 format for streaming playback on an Aluratek Internet Radio Tuner device hooked up to the house stereo system. This server puppy ran flawlessly all weekend, until one hour before my scheduled departure time on Sunday, when it crashed HARD and could not be revived (symptoms suggested to me either the power supply had blown out – possible since it was an older power supply pulled from an older machine – or something had blown on the motherboard). I had no time to do any hardware diagnosis and I did not have any of my hardware diagnosis tools up north with me, so I spent the next three hours re-installing the old server and installing the new webcam security software on the old server (pushing that ancient beast to its limit and a little beyond), so I could get some semblance of webcam security control up and running before I left to head south.

I brought the dead Frankenstein-computer back down south with me and finally determined that the main CPU had blown. THAT problem wasn’t worth fixing, since an old 2.4 GHz Intel Q6600 Core 2 Quad Processor is almost an antique and a replacement processor would cost as much as a new one (~$250).  So I bought a 4-year-old Dell Latitude 755 SFF (small form factor) desktop with a 2.66GHz Intel Core 2 Quad Q6700 processor for $129 at my company’s thrice-a-year retired computer auction, pulled the 80GB drive that came with the machine and installed the 500 GB drive from the Frankenstein-computer that I had spent so much time configuring, and fired it up. It spent an hour re-resolving hardware differences (new CPU and motherboard, new display board, new Ethernet board, new chipsets, all requiring new drivers different than the ones already installed for use on the Frankenstein-computer) and it was ready to go. I hauled it up and installed it on the next trip north at the end of January and it’s been humming along happily since then!

So with the first day of spring only a few days away, we’re looking forward to another mid-coast Maine spring (we could skip the black flies and no-see-ums, but hey, that’s part of spring in Maine too)! We have two new flowerbeds at the Ballot Box to look forward to; there are eight to ten daylilies in their own flowerbed by the edge of the woods out back, and five or six peonies that originated in my father’s pride-and-joy peony garden at the house I grew up in and were “archived” in my sister’s garden until she needed to thin them out last fall. We planted them across the front of the south-facing house as part of the work-in-progress English Country Garden we’re slowly fleshing out. Soon it will be warm enough for morning coffee on the deck (with a sweater initially) and the all-weather speakers will return to their mounts above the deck. Soon we’ll be eating summer lobster in-the-rough at one of the dozen lobster places in the area we frequent. And before we know it we’ll be hosting the 5th annual Memorial-Day weekend Munroe Family Lobster Feed that kicks off the official start of summer for us! Life is good!

Posted 18 March 2014 by Gene Vogt in Autumn, General, Newcastle, The Ballot Box, Winter

Winding Down…   Leave a comment

We’re back up at the Ballot Box for the weekend.  We’ll be back up again the day after Christmas for the week (weather permitting), but this’ll be it before the holiday.  Usually we hit the road about 7:30 p.m. on Thursday night after Lynn gets out of work at 6 and we hit Panera for a quick supper.  This time Lynn wasn’t working until 6 so we hit the road about 3:30 p.m. and stopped at Famous Dave’s BBQ off Exit 42 in Scarborough ME. We wanted to stop at Cabela’s Outfitters to look for a winter jacket for Gene, and Famous Dave’s was next door and it was dinnertime, so it was an easy decision!

We had scheduled a service call on the Rinnai propane heater in the living room for Friday.  Last couple of times we came up after turning the heaters back on for the heating season we noticed fluffy white powder coming out of the living room Rinnai and blowing across the floor in front of it.  It was still pumping out heat as usual, seemed to be fine, but I wasn’t sure.  Never having owned one of these heaters before, and not owning a copy of the repair manual, I decided to call in the experts to tell me what’s going on this first time.  Turns out it was calcium carbonate scale from the evaporation tray.  We had occasionally put water in the evaporation tray (as described in the user’s guide) to help humidify the house during past winters.  Evidently this was condensate leftover from those previous uses.  The tray sits deep inside the heater so we couldn’t see the powder in there, but once Kaitlyn the repair-person pulled it apart and removed the tray, it was obvious.

The full-service repair place offered to do a free test on the well water once it was diagnosed, which I gladly accepted as I thought that was needed as soon as we found out it was residue from the water.  Tests came back fine (Ph 7.8, hardness ~2 [soft], no measurable mineral content) so where the calcium carbonate is coming from is a bit of a mystery.  I guess we’ll switch to distilled water for humidifying in the future.

I’m sitting down in the basement writing this. listening to a Dec 1988 Hot Tuna concert recorded at the Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco. Wolfgang’s Concert Vault is a great source of all sorts of live music performances.  Not too many chores this weekend; I finished the Christmas Letter that gets stuffed into the Christmas cards each year, I assembled and starting using the Shop-Vac® 8-gallon wet-dry vacuum I selected as my 25-years-of-service gift from MITRE (quite sentimental, don’t you think?), I put the quilt-room window air conditioner out in the frigid cold air for 36 hours to drive the hornets out of it and to their deaths (40-50 of the suckers crawled out) and then wrapped it and sealed it in a garbage bag to trap any more that might’ve chosen to stay.  Tonight we’ll pick up a couple of lobsters and boil them up for supper – haven’t had our favorite crustaceans in a while.

Posted 15 December 2012 by Gene Vogt in General, Maine, The Ballot Box, Winter

…A Young Man’s Fancy Lightly Turns…   Leave a comment

The complaint window for gripes about the weather is now open. Card-carrying New Englanders don’t hate winter, they revel in it. There’s a pride of tenacity, of endurance, of survival. But there comes a point when even the crustiest old Yankee has had enough, when winter suddenly feels old and the longing for longer days and warmer breezes creeps into the psyche, when thoughts of baseball and cookouts start to seep into the corners of the subconscious, and that point comes when the page on the kitchen calendar turns and the photo changes from Valentine hearts and cupids to flower buds and puppies. By March, one’s thoughts should lightly turn to spring.

The weather is many things up here in the North Country, but boring is not one of them! We have four distinct seasons (some would say there are more); the bone-chilling, nostril-clamping bitter cold of winter, when the cold permeates everything, when you can’t quite seem to get warm from the time you reluctantly climb out from under the down comforter on the bed in the morning to the time you slip back under the comforter at night, and the light of day seems to be counted in minutes rather than hours; the promise of spring, which starts with short thaws that cause icicles and ice dams and roof leaks, and leads into patches of bare ground, longer days, mud and frequent car washes, and finishes with an earthy outdoors smell of dirt and compost and growing things; the bliss of summer, with cookouts, suppers on the deck, after-dinner walks, listening to baseball on the radio in the dark, and short but miserable heat-waves with oppressive humidity and thunderstorms that cause sensible people to wonder how humans can survive in a place like Florida during this time of year; and finally Mother Nature’s Pièce de résistanceAutumn – with apples, pumpkins, thoughts of harvests, turkey dinners with old-family-recipe stuffing, invigorating cool breezes that combine with breath-taking natural colors to cause pilgrims from all over the world to come to our little corner of the universe to pay homage to the glory and artistry of nature. Then we get to do it all over again.

Lynn and I have an interesting perspective on the transition of winter into spring, since we live in Massachusetts but frequently spend time at the Ballot Box in mid-coast Maine. As would be expected, spring arrives in Massachusetts sooner than in Maine. We still have snowbanks and ice and cold weather in southern New England, but telltale signs have begun to appear that carry the promise of a thaw and a change; the days are noticeably longer than the dire darkness of late December, the winter gray of the gold-finches has started to show a faint yellow tinge, the winter sounds of the birds in general have started to change to courting songs, and the day-night cycle of melt-and-freeze that turns dirt into soup is well underway.

Not as many signs in Maine yet, and the signs are sending a bit of a mixed message. The snowbanks are still growing since it’s still snowing on a regular basis, the songs and plumage of the birds haven’t started changing yet, but the sand and slush on the roads is daily melting and freezing so the car washes are in full swing, and the days are longer and the sunrise location on the horizon is shifting further north (easier to notice with a static webcam position at the Ballot Box), and patches of moving water are showing on the Deer Run Brook that runs through the woods along our property line. But other than that, it’s still winter in Maine. Progress is being made, though, so we’re coming back in from the ledge and losing our urge to jump.

Posted 1 March 2011 by Gene Vogt in Maine, Newcastle, Seasons, The Ballot Box, Winter

A True Maine Winter   Leave a comment

Last winter in Maine seemed like an aberration of sorts.  Newcastle (where the Ballot Box is) seemed to consistently have less snow and milder temperatures than our primary residence in Massachusetts.  We had one icy storm in February where we lost power for 3-4 days (first discovered because the webcam went dead without power and couldn’t be reached over the internet), but we drove up for that weekend anyway (we had a concern about pipes freezing), and even had Megan and Dan visit, so we roughed it without electricity, heat (propane for heat but the propane heaters are controlled by electricity), water (no electricity means no well pump), or toilets (no well pump means you get one AND ONLY ONE flush)  for a few days.  After a day I went out and bought a radiant heat attachment for the 20-lb propane tank and that made it quite tolerable.  The temperature hovered around freezing night and day, so it didn’t get bitter cold.  We went out to eat for meals (the outage was localized) and the only real inconvenience was the part about no toilet-flushing.  That was pretty much all there was for the winter.

This winter is different, probably more typical.

As observed via the webcam (I archive daily image captures for posterity), we intially got a light dusting of snow on the 6th of December, the first sign of the white stuff for the season, but it didn’t last – showing best on the gravel driveway and only a slight bit in the grass, it accumulated to be enough to eventually cover the grass, but was entirely gone by the 13th, done in by rain. Another dusting on the 16th was gone by the 20th. The snow that finally stuck arrived on the 22nd of December, requiring a visit from the snow-plow on the 23rd, but still not a lot of snow, at least by Maine standards!

We arrived up here on the 28th of December after a respectable snowstorm up and down the New England coast; we had 16 inches in Massachusetts and about the same in Maine.  By the 3rd of January (Lynn was still up in Maine for the month but I had returned to Massachusetts to get back to work) most of the grass on the front lawn at the Ballot Box was showing again, and it stayed that way until the 12th, when about a foot fell.  More snow fell on the 15th, and again on the 18th, and again on the 20th, and then a whopper storm on the 21st.  I had driven up on Thursday night (the 20th) after work, and tele-commuted to work from the Ballot Box on Friday the 21st, while we got another 16 inches of snow.

So now we have two and a half feet of snow on level ground, and snowbanks from the plow that are higher than Lynn’s PT Cruiser in some places!  We have someone plow the 450-foot driveway for the Ballot Box, but we still have to shovel the steps and the walkway out to the driveway, and around the cars, and the deck to get ot the bird feeders.  It’s a winter wonderland!  It’s been bitter cold the last 48 hours (eight below zero yesterday morning) so the snowpack on the roads hasn’t melted at all.  I head home in about an hour so I can get back to work tomorrow, but I plan on coming back up next weekend on the train (Lynn will pick me up in Portland) for a dinner party with some friends on Saturday, then Lynn and I will drive back down to Massachusetts together, Lynn’s month in Maine coming to an end.  I’m sure it won’t be the last!

For a series of during- and after-storm pictures on FLICKR, click here

 

Posted 23 January 2011 by Gene Vogt in Maine, Newcastle, The Ballot Box, Winter