The words from Porgy & Bess which gave me this blog's title are so true for me right now. After a month of fog, wet and cold weather, June is showing her beauty and warming us both from the outside with the warmth of the sun as well as inside as the greens of the fields and forests develop.
Because we're able to enjoy our time in the trailer and settle in to a life, we've unpacked the bicycles, kayaks and motorcycles and have taken advantage of the beauty Acadia and Downeast Maine have to offer. Today was a 50 mile motorcycle ride to Blue Hill Maine and back. I loved feeling the wind as we drove along and there were a few times I could smell wood fires. And at one cove, the salt air smelled heavenly.
The bicycles we're just riding around the campground - it's a mile loop around and we do several passes. Once we get our stamina up we're heading into Acadia National Park to take advantage of biking some of the carriage roads. The other afternoon we loaded the kayaks and went to Echo Lake for an hour's paddle.
I didn't get out on the kayak or biking last year because of my broken wrist, so I'm really enjoying doing those again. However, I've found my next toy to try. A couple at the campground have Hobie kayaks with pedals and sails. How cool is that to kayak and then pedal boat and then sail, all without getting out of your watercraft. (see photo) Where we're still just starting out on the new lifestyle of fulltime RVing, this will have to wait.
The dogs are enjoying this new life style. Moneypenny is forever dancing at the invitation to "go for a walk" because she knows she'll get to see and possibly play with other dogs in the campground. Rugby has been a rockstar (I still think a punk at times, but he's really come around from 3 years ago). His favorite thing to do is fetch - we have a "Chuck-It" stick and ball which allows us to throw the ball a good distance and then allow Rugby to retrieve it. The other day, Chuck took his golf club and a ball to the field and Rugby took to retrieving the golf ball - Chuck thought he might have to walk back and forth in the field retrieving his own ball - he's very proud of his golf ball retriever.
A side note about my title, a facebook friend had posted a YouTube of this song on their page and seeing the song title brought me back to Choir Camp in the mid to late 1970's. The rule at camp was if you were late for a meal, you had to sing for admittance to the dining hall. I remember one lunch, my friend was late for mealtime and chose to sing Summertime. Her voice was so rich and full and this song sounded like it was meant for her voice. I had never seen the musical Porgy & Bess, nor had I heard Summertime before, but for over 30 years, that song has been deeply imbedded in my heart and mind.
