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I haven't been in probably ten years; it hasn't changed much.  It's good to see that America's oldest agricultural exhibit is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with me dropping my car off for its 75,000 mile check up.  Seeing that it had 45,000 miles on it when &lt;a href="http://bandittalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-volvo-wellnew-to-me.html"&gt;I bought it in 2006&lt;/a&gt;, I guess 30,000 miles in three years is not too bad.  The dealership wanted $280 for the check up but since I've had a difficult time scheduling (they're only open during work hours) I opted to take it to the place I &lt;a href="http://bandittalks.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-11-of-my-vacation.html"&gt;bought my tires from&lt;/a&gt;. Twenty-three bucks for the same check up!  I was quite happy about that.  Since my warranty has expired I won't be using the dealership anymore.  Also a friend of mine at work told me about this other mechanic she used to bring her Volvo to.  I was going to go there but they have limited hours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping my car off, we headed to the Fair.  Going the back way we avoided all the traffic and the mud soaked parking lots.  We had a great time.  Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDA9LIfWI/AAAAAAAACpU/mg66U-GXYXc/s1600-h/100_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDA9LIfWI/AAAAAAAACpU/mg66U-GXYXc/s320/100_2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375018872044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDBa4zslI/AAAAAAAACpc/fAKwtjf8jyM/s1600-h/100_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDBa4zslI/AAAAAAAACpc/fAKwtjf8jyM/s320/100_2069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375026848248402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Swines a resting (despite H1N1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDB583wfI/AAAAAAAACpk/TSoGAlkPWL8/s1600-h/100_2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDB583wfI/AAAAAAAACpk/TSoGAlkPWL8/s320/100_2068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375035186790898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year's largest pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDCa_JjwI/AAAAAAAACps/Zo94miGgPgs/s1600-h/100_2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDCa_JjwI/AAAAAAAACps/Zo94miGgPgs/s320/100_2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375044054716162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe I went on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDC_BMYLI/AAAAAAAACp0/a_r9skfOUtA/s1600-h/100_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIDC_BMYLI/AAAAAAAACp0/a_r9skfOUtA/s320/100_2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375053726965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screamed like a Nellie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that came home and took Bandit for a walk where we bumped into the annual Zombie-walk.  Unfortunately, these pictures didn't come out that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIHEkCXl9I/AAAAAAAACp8/oqW37YIN254/s1600-h/100_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIHEkCXl9I/AAAAAAAACp8/oqW37YIN254/s320/100_2110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379478890387410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIHFP-9PwI/AAAAAAAACqE/azoIblRrmmc/s1600-h/100_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/StIHFP-9PwI/AAAAAAAACqE/azoIblRrmmc/s320/100_2111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379490687237890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the night was topped off, at the local pub for dinner and drinks whilst watching the Bruin's roar back from 3 to nothing to win against the New York Islanders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We had quite the adventurous, albeit relaxing, week.  The best was a 40 minute plan ride over Acadia National Park and Mount Desert Island.  We took a bi-plane scenic tour.  I felt like the Red Baron.  I was scared sh*tless yet really enjoyed it.  Excellent sites to be had.  The island is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pQ5I-eNI/AAAAAAAACnw/Q1xRT-D23tI/s1600-h/100_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pQ5I-eNI/AAAAAAAACnw/Q1xRT-D23tI/s320/100_1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381635818668325074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pQT5wm_I/AAAAAAAACno/vn0nOi0TXGY/s1600-h/100_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pQT5wm_I/AAAAAAAACno/vn0nOi0TXGY/s320/100_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381635808672390130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pP6jZ_CI/AAAAAAAACng/01WfmLzodPA/s1600-h/100_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9pP6jZ_CI/AAAAAAAACng/01WfmLzodPA/s320/100_1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381635801867746338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9puwYwXpI/AAAAAAAACn4/HE-JVTm7gYA/s1600-h/100_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9puwYwXpI/AAAAAAAACn4/HE-JVTm7gYA/s320/100_1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381636331714666130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cottage we stayed in was right along the water of Somes Sound, on the Southwest Harbor side .  We woke up every morning to deer traipsing through the backyard, lobster boats working in the harbor, sailboats going by and an occasional seal or porpoise swimming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uyo7Wm5I/AAAAAAAACoQ/tHJG4gyHf5g/s1600-h/100_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uyo7Wm5I/AAAAAAAACoQ/tHJG4gyHf5g/s320/100_1930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381641895989910418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uyIOS_yI/AAAAAAAACoI/VLcghg5qeQc/s1600-h/100_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uyIOS_yI/AAAAAAAACoI/VLcghg5qeQc/s320/100_1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381641887210995490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uxlnQG_I/AAAAAAAACoA/MatwLRIDSWA/s1600-h/100_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9uxlnQG_I/AAAAAAAACoA/MatwLRIDSWA/s320/100_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381641877920422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of hiking.  Bandit enjoyed the trails.  He went on some paths he wasn't supposed to but we didn't realize that till after the fact.  He had a ball; note the first picture with his tongue sticking out as he eyes Chris's breakfast (you may have to click it to enlarge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZ9MWGVI/AAAAAAAACoo/fNBtfczEMgQ/s1600-h/100_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZ9MWGVI/AAAAAAAACoo/fNBtfczEMgQ/s320/100_2031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381642571444787538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9yBxw4_yI/AAAAAAAACow/9WNfM3KZdYM/s1600-h/100_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9yBxw4_yI/AAAAAAAACow/9WNfM3KZdYM/s320/100_2041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381645454594866978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZV6sgCI/AAAAAAAACog/SlOdImQfKRA/s1600-h/100_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZV6sgCI/AAAAAAAACog/SlOdImQfKRA/s320/100_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381642560901775394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZLnynqI/AAAAAAAACoY/fOf33VvYq-4/s1600-h/100_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Sq9vZLnynqI/AAAAAAAACoY/fOf33VvYq-4/s320/100_2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381642558138130082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, today is my forty-third birthday.  The plane ride, along with a nice bracelet and dinner this evening are my birthday gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We took Bandit for a walk through Salem and snapped these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaZt5Ul-MI/AAAAAAAAClo/1PyjaywufSE/s1600-h/100_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaZt5Ul-MI/AAAAAAAAClo/1PyjaywufSE/s320/100_1774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370148619446253762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Please Daddy...I wanna go for a walk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaZ9MzNXJI/AAAAAAAAClw/KoygAOVEQMo/s1600-h/100_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaZ9MzNXJI/AAAAAAAAClw/KoygAOVEQMo/s320/100_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370148882372975762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making progress on the reconstruction of the&lt;br /&gt;Old Salem Jail into luxury apartments and a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaaQhiqjKI/AAAAAAAACl4/RIv-N28uQh8/s1600-h/100_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaaQhiqjKI/AAAAAAAACl4/RIv-N28uQh8/s320/100_1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370149214358244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hawthorne Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaahJ-7zoI/AAAAAAAACmI/d9GAl_dK4j8/s1600-h/100_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoaahJ-7zoI/AAAAAAAACmI/d9GAl_dK4j8/s320/100_1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370149500092141186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The exterior of the Custom House being painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Soaagqf_PpI/AAAAAAAACmA/-M-03rfdn1w/s1600-h/100_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/Soaagqf_PpI/AAAAAAAACmA/-M-03rfdn1w/s320/100_1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370149491640843922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hubba hubba!" Bicyclist giving tourists a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoabJBYCc9I/AAAAAAAACmY/BEz93DSeNu8/s1600-h/100_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoabJBYCc9I/AAAAAAAACmY/BEz93DSeNu8/s320/100_1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370150184976282578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The neighbor's house... well, mansion exquisitely&lt;br /&gt;renovated and with all green technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoabJjAE0nI/AAAAAAAACmg/mOC4iJdqEDE/s1600-h/100_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoabJjAE0nI/AAAAAAAACmg/mOC4iJdqEDE/s320/100_1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370150194002580082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our front porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoacVq9hqNI/AAAAAAAACmo/54-l7JfC2ns/s1600-h/100_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoacVq9hqNI/AAAAAAAACmo/54-l7JfC2ns/s320/100_1802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370151501809428690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back home playing fetch with Bandit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw this picture into the mix.  This was taken later in the day from my cell phone at, of all places, BJ's Warehouse. The guy at the deli counter said they've yet to sell any.  With a name like this who would buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoafBWYfbiI/AAAAAAAACmw/gwL96Pfc17o/s1600-h/0801091138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SoafBWYfbiI/AAAAAAAACmw/gwL96Pfc17o/s320/0801091138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370154451222883874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18895949-4667800260728618476?l=bandittalks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bandittalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rick)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnwAnJMY9BI/AAAAAAAACkg/43T9JtuGJHQ/s72-c/100_1760.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18895949.post-6781297786021966932</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T08:19:54.691-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hermit Island</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maine</category><title>The Hermit Island Camping Trip</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQw4r8NCjI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Lt9O7Ya3BcA/s1600-h/100_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQw4r8NCjI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Lt9O7Ya3BcA/s320/100_1689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364966806531148338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend's camping trip to &lt;a href="http://www.hermitisland.com/"&gt;Hermit Island, Maine&lt;/a&gt; was a good one.  We caught pockets of good weather despite the deluge that occurred Friday morning on our way up.  By the time we arrived the rain had stopped yet had left some campers in a jam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQvJioJkLI/AAAAAAAACjY/As-02tAOI_c/s1600-h/100_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQvJioJkLI/AAAAAAAACjY/As-02tAOI_c/s320/100_1711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364964897065636018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, as we walked around the camp grounds we spotted a herd of deer grazing in the woods.  At first Chris thought it was a couple of Golden Retrievers:  "Hey, I thought they didn't allow dogs on the island!"  I tried taking pictures but the lighting was terrible. This is the best shot I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQvjRAUvYI/AAAAAAAACjg/mdUvcPUUmRo/s1600-h/100_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQvjRAUvYI/AAAAAAAACjg/mdUvcPUUmRo/s320/100_1702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364965339011792258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another brush with nature:  Sitting around the camp fire after having had a nice warm cup of cocoa a skunk decide to stop by and pay a visit.  Four gay guys frozen in terror muttering, "don't move and we'll be fine."  Apparently Pepe LePew liked me best as he wandered underneath my chair and licked the rest of the cocoa from my mug. After that it was in the Vanagon for me.  (Besides I think I need to change my pants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's weather was gorgeous. We took a long hike and enjoyed Maine's wonderful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv9dN57hI/AAAAAAAACjo/Hbrh_Ihc1-4/s1600-h/100_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv9dN57hI/AAAAAAAACjo/Hbrh_Ihc1-4/s320/100_1703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364965788966579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv-Bg4CHI/AAAAAAAACkA/RI8rCcV5EHk/s1600-h/100_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv-Bg4CHI/AAAAAAAACkA/RI8rCcV5EHk/s320/100_1719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364965798709823602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv96szwGI/AAAAAAAACj4/Jmc4CcBCS5M/s1600-h/100_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv96szwGI/AAAAAAAACj4/Jmc4CcBCS5M/s320/100_1716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364965796880826466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv9m8-jSI/AAAAAAAACjw/8UomCd9x4h8/s1600-h/100_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQv9m8-jSI/AAAAAAAACjw/8UomCd9x4h8/s320/100_1714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364965791579933986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the campground had hot showers and flush toilets, there were a couple of spots with port-a-potties.  This picture didn't come out the best, due to the lighting. I thought the sign was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQwUkWr_ZI/AAAAAAAACkI/GRe0z3aakX4/s1600-h/100_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQwUkWr_ZI/AAAAAAAACkI/GRe0z3aakX4/s320/100_1720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364966186019454354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping in a Vanagon beats tent camping any day.  Sleeping on the pull out bed was comfortable, warm and dry.  If you look close, you can even see the creature comforts of a car vac to clean up any grit from getting in our traveling bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQycrpjW-I/AAAAAAAACkY/d3swblvmxBg/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eChez4XY0g0/SnQycrpjW-I/AAAAAAAACkY/d3swblvmxBg/s320/100_1712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364968524439837666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend with good friends.  We're looking forward to doing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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