Three days in Camden. We ate out twice, dined on leftovers on our little deck, hiked, photographed inlets, drove up Mt. Battie, and read a lot. Peaceful.

Mt. Battie views below.

I brought a handful of quilt scraps to work on but only this long-ago-revamped sleeveless top got any attention. Mindless.

This next bit could be a Yelp review. Sorry, not sorry.

To say, as I did at one point, that our accommodations “narrowly missed being a dump” wasn’t quite fair. More like, I expected a bit more for the price. For instance, for $300 a night I expect better than plastic utensils at breakfast. Maid service. We had a cute deck that overlooked a creek, but it was garbage-strewn. But worst of all was the much-touted floral pedestrian bridge. Picture after picture online showed hanging baskets overflowing with flowers. I was really looking forward to it.

The reality? Every single pot contained dead plants. Ick. I was perhaps prepared to cut these folks a little slack given how very hot it’s been down here and knowing how quickly a plant can become distressed in such heat, until I saw a hose curled up at the end of the bridge. C’mon!

But! The pluses were significant. Plenty of towels. Thoughtful blackout curtains. And even if the sight of the creek wasn’t that great, the sound of it soothed and delighted. And the lights from the ice cream shop across the way were pretty.

Me: you think they’d send someone down to the creek to pick up the garbage. It wouldn’t take more than 20 minutes.

Husband: they were too busy watering the plants.

Oh! And! We got to see Lisa on the way north.

Post script (text from Deb L) (me slapping my head):