If we were to make sweeping generalizations about Mainers (of course I know that YOU would never do that, but seeing as I am one of those stereotypical tourists who likes to recount her adventures by putting people into buckets--allow me), it's safe to say these people love them some boats.

However, it was heartening to see that these coastal types know an emergency situation when they see it and act with utmost urgency to remedy the diaster as quickly as possible.

We had chosen our inn over the internet and were a bit apprehensive of how it would be.

Oh let us make offerings to the God of Low Expectations! Because we had the dogs with us, they gave us a cabin, set back from the inn itself. A cabin, as it turned out, surrounded by rugosa roses (those wildly fragrant beach roses) that just happened to be in full bloom.

Talk about being swaddled in a blanket of sweetness-- it was truly over the top. Of course, some members of the holiday party were less pleased.

Henry: I thought you said this was gonna be fun. Do I look like I'm having fun?

Fortunately, a dog's idea of a good time is pretty damn simple.

That was Thursday. More to come.

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