Camden, Maine

We drove down to Camden after the museum so I could find a wooden puzzle for our grand daughter Aubrey at Once A Tree, a store where I bought a wooden rattle for Aubrey's Uncle Zack 25 years ago. Camden is the quintessential Maine coastal town with shops and wooden boats and the smell of the sea . . . . that night we ate my sister-in-law's famous lasagna and played our annual miniature golf game, a tradition that started 35 years ago when my Dad and I played on my birthday. Perhaps my only lament from the vacation is that I only got one piece of lasagna; Goldfish claims her only regret is declining an ice cream from the Ben & Jerry's store next to LL Bean on our first day in Maine - the cone that got away . . . .