In a few weeks we’re heading north to Maine for the lovely Alida’s wedding, and after considering my love affair with the Maine woods, I’ve decided to make the trip into a little vacay. I’ve spent a good chunk of many a summer in a log cabin nestled on the shores of Lake Webb in the middle of pretty much nowhere, and am looking forward to a few days of lake lounging, star gazing and fireside wine.
A couple of my best buddies are joining us in this excursion, and I can’t wait to show them all that is the bustling 400-person metropolis of Weld. In all seriousness though – there’s much to be said for bourbon slushies during cocktail cruises and the nighttime sounds of the loons on the lake.
One nice thing (among many) about tee-tiny towns in the sticks? Nothing ever changes.