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!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Weird Weather

Obviously, we can do nothing about the weather, except complain. So, I think I will. Up here in Maine, we are experiencing one of the weirdest winters I can remember. (Unfortunately, my dimming memory goes back only about a decade, lately.)

 

OK - one day it's 62 degrees. Two days later:

One day, the snow is gone.

Three days pass, and:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's all I've got to say, for the moment.

 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Now this was a genuine treat!!

Just a week ago, I posted pictures of deep, dismal snow:

The temperature on this ride was in the high 20s

Now look at this delightful photo of my very accurate Vespa thermometer:

 

From a favorite spot to view a large part of Sebago Lake, a pair of young ladies walk along the shore

While the clouds look menacing, it never rained on this marvelously mild Monday afternoon

The field of blue here isn't water - it is a yard full of cocooned boats, waiting impatiently for the spring

Notice how little ice covers the lake - and how perilously thin it is

The ice is only safe for birds

I must post this picture again in closing - 62 degrees at 1:11 pm on January 14, 2013!

 

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Well, that was a treat!

With tongue in cheek, I review the past month as a "treat." Actually, I have used my snowblower more frequently than my Vespa.

 

Four storms versus three rides, but who's counting?

Most of December, I endured a horrible cold, so severe I thought it might be the end! But my dear wife cheered me up with the following cartoon:

Once I recovered enough to venture out, I rode down to Old Orchard Beach, scene of so many happy summer days.

 

There is indeed an ocean above the snow

 

While I rested in my misery, Kathy cleared our roof of new-fallen snow.

 

It wasn't all rest and recovery. On Christmas Day, our three sons visited, two accompanied by members of the gentle sex.

 

From the left, our eldest son Daniel, Tim's wife Meredith, Tim, Andrew, and his lady Abra