Day 39 – Scarborough, Maine

A little role-reversal this morning; Geri and I were up and around well before Don was, having breakfast, making coffee, watching TV.  He arose just in time to counsel Geri on the proper amount of coffee beans to grind.  Looking at the beans in the grinder, he proclaimed that the coffee would be too weak; she should add three more beans.  I thought she was going to throw the grinder at him. 

Don and I had a good walk, including an excursion on a trail out to a point in the marsh that borders the Park.  I had tried to get Geri to go with me on that trail last night, but it was a no go.  When we got back, Don did a minor repositioning on the coach, as one corner of the slide had been rubbing intermittently on a nearby tree.  That done, we climbed in the truck and headed north to Freeport for a visit to the L.L. Bean Flagship Store.  We got there in good order, and they got me out of the truck to watch them eat some lobster rolls for lunch, without a bite for me.  It’s my understanding that many dogs in this state live on a steady diet of lobster, and that it’s very good for them.  Well, at least I got a lot of attention from passersby, and had a meeting with a fellow Goldie, a very pleasant individual.  I was placed back in the truck, and they went into the store for quite awhile.  Don finally came back to the truck to keep me company, and Geri followed a little while later, with her cargo of purchases. 

Shopping completed, we took the scenic route back south to Portland, stopping for another treat for them (Classic Custard).  We did a driving tour of downtown Portland, finding some very attractive areas near the Port, and some less attractive areas in the commercial center of town.  Like Norwich, there are some remarkably attractive residential areas near downtown, older homes that have been beautifully renovated.  We made a stop at a park near the center of the city, to let me stretch my legs and do a little rolling; I was cautioned not to bother the men who were sleeping on the benches and on the lawn of the park.  They didn’t appear to have any dog treats with them, anyway.  We returned to the Old Port area, parked the truck, and did a little walking tour of the area, which is populated with a variety of shops, bars, and restaurants.  It was a busy place, lots of foot traffic, and loads of friendly people who liked good dogs.  I got to meet a lot of them, and encountered another well-mannered Goldie, who was obviously the apple of his humans’ eyes. 

Back in the truck, we skimmed through a few more sections of town, then proceeded south again toward our RV Park, where the Wild Ducks were out in force.  You have to be careful driving through here, ‘cause the ducks have the right of way, and there’s a lot of them.  Geri gave me my dinner, Don gave me my after-dinner treats, and they were out the door to get theirs.  They were gone for nearly two hours, and came back raving over their fried clam dinners, where even the French fries and cole slaw were great, and moaning over the quantities of food they were forced to eat, apparently at gunpoint.  They even brought two boxes of food back with them!

So, another quiet evening in the coach, a little TV, putting the blog together, and getting my Going-To-Bed cookies.  Hope your day was good, too!