Tomorrow morning we hit the road again. But this trip will be a little different. This time, we have a passenger. A fairly young passenger. We decided, you see, that it was time to show our youngest grandson (he’s 9) a piece of the world he’s never seen before. He’s heard us rave about the Maine coast, how much we love the look and the smell of the place, but now he’ll get to see it (and smell it) for himself.
In all honesty, it makes me a little nervous. Maybe we’ve built it up too much. Maybe he won’t like all the rocks or the cool ocean breeze in his face. Maybe when he sticks his foot into the 60 degree water for the first time he’ll wonder why we brought him to a place where he can’t swim for long without a wetsuit. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration – kids do it all the time. But they do tend to look a little blue when they finally head back to shore. And just maybe he won’t like that sometimes overwhelming smell of salt and fish that seems to be everywhere along the coast. Heaven help us if we get 4 days of fog. Hey, it can happen along that stretch. Even when the forecast is for sunshine.
He did say, though, that he’d like to see the Bush compound in Kennebunkport. Not my favorite spot, but what the heck. They do have a nice harbor there.
Actually, one thing I’m seriously worried about is his penchant for climbing around on rocks. He has no fear. And this is a place with lots and lots of very sharp, very large rocks. Not to mention the riptides when the tide is going out.
I think I’d better buy some kind of leash……….