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Final moments of the road trip . . . the
small towns and back roads of Maine |
It's the Fourth of July!
Cool breeze, sitting on the top deck of the pontoon boat watching fireworks over the lake. To left, green lights litter the lake . . . to the right, nothing but red lights . . . all in the name of celebrating our country and our freedom. The fireworks were the best I've seen in years. All I could do was to bask in their beauty; couldn't even pick up the camera to freeze them in time. Just wanted to enjoy.
But the true beauty of it didn't hit me until after the grand finale. The water-stationed crowd roared with applause and cheer, then it fell silent. Momentarily, a chanting whisper arose from the silence . . . "U S A, U S A . . . " It slowly grew louder as more people joined in. It sent shivers down my spine and tears down my cheek. That was one of the most profound moments of my life thus far.
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| The Captain |
The daylight on the water leading up to that moment was also spectacular. Camp Memaw and Papa Joe is palpable. The story is written in the pictures below.
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| Miss Crabby Pants |
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| Fetal position for a few hours |
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| The Captain and the First Mate |
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| Titanic Recreation |
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Let me in now, let me in now,
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now . . .
(a little Nelly reference for our STL peeps) |
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| Macintosh and Ginseng . . . friends at last! |
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| Parallel Nappers |
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| I've had enough today . . . Goodnight! |
Looks beautiful!
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