The location of my Maine adventure was Bear Spring Camps, approximately 30 miles Northwest of Augusta, Maine. Part of a treasured family tradition, my hosts have been coming to Bear Spring Camps, for the past 28 years. I had envisioned lazy days reading by the lake, going for the occasional swim, and getting lots of rest. Little did I know that there would be so much to do! The week was action-packed and I was anxious to not miss a single moment.
Days consisted of fishing white perch and bass, kayaking out to Chutes Island, sitting on camping chairs reading on the beach, nightly bonfires spent listening to Pearl Jam and big hair bands last heard in the 80s, multiple runs along the hilly winding country roads sucking air as the humidity caught me off-guard, walks up the deceiving steep hills for grand views of Great Pond, participating (briefly) in the annual 2.1 mile swim, pontoon booze cruises in the afternoons, fishing boat tours of the islands, lazing on rafts, happy hour at various cabins, sneaking naps in the hammock, rainy day spent playing cards, needing a flashlight to navigate the dark lakeside paths at night, devouring lobster rolls for lunch in Belgrade Lakes, lobster shopping at The Green Spot, and meeting and spending time with an amazing group of people.
