MAINE: my final frontier. These are the voyages of the Scooter Vespa 250 i.e. Super. Its continuing mission - to explore America's most heavily forested state - to roam the vast coastline, numberless lakes, and mighty mountains. To boldly go where no scooter has gone before!

Friday, September 16, 2011

In the garden

On those unhappy days when riding is not on the menu, I consider myself immeasurably fortunate to have a special seat in my wife's garden. Surrounded by flowers, vegetables, fruits, comfortably reading in a reclining chair - it's the next best thing to the road. And except for a few threatening birds, it's safer.

On one side of Kathy's garden sits my chair amid a wide assortment of flowers. She always plants a few pansies so there is at least flower I can identify.

The other side contains enough green beans, tomatoes, snow peas, cucumbers, and more, to keep us well fed from the middle of summer until early fall. And Kathy always prepares a couple dozen jars of tomatoes as well.  

On this particular day, when a ride seemed unrealistic early in the day, I actually got in a quick jaunt north. Pleasant Mountain in Bridgton is one of Maine's most popular ski resorts in the afternoon.

I haven't skied here - or anywhere - since the day in the late '60s, when, to impress a girl named Betsy, I, well, let's just say I tried to ski above my ability.  

After running into and over the lovely Betsy, I found myself unable to stop, so I too quickly and very unsteadily continued to the ski lodge.

The next day at school, I discovered that I would most certainly never have a date with Betsy, because, as the story was told, "the fool ran up the back of my skis, rolled over me, steamrolled me into the snow - then left me there to die!"

Moving on - say, isn't this a pretty lake. It's Moose Pond, at the foot of (un)Pleasant Mountain

Kayaking has become extremely popular lately. Time says that the sport has grown from 3.5 million to 8 million kayakers in just ten years. It kooks like fun - but that's what I thought about skiing once upon a time.

Now this is my idea of a good time. Note the couple in the center of the photo, relaxing on their dock next to the water. If they rode a scooter to their cabin, they're my kind of people.

1 comment:

  1. Your skiing story reminded me of something that happened to me years ago in Asia. I was skiing and someone mentioned there was a 5 meter jump. For some reason I heard 5 feet.

    Lets just say I landed hard and badly and with a few choice words. I've not skied since as well.