Saturday, June 20, 2009

Jane in Maine

So, when I was a junior in high school, my best friend, Jane, and her mom (also Jane,) and Grandma (I have no clue what her name is...just grandma,) decided to go on a labor day weekend trip to Maine.

And I got to go!

I was SO excited, but we didn't really think through how illogical it was to take a weekend, fly from FL to New Hampshire, then drive 6 hours or so into Maine, spend two days in Maine, then repeat the whole process on the way home.

It was SO illogical.

I digress.

So we head to Maine (because that's where Jane Sr and her momma wanted to move to....because of all of the lobster and moose *I am not making this stuff up,*) and the whole trip was pretty loopy.

Maybe I should preface the rest of this disjointed tale by telling you that Jane Sr is, um, a free spirit. A very colorful lady that could always make me laugh. Her daughter is the same way, just a funny person who you love instantly because of how bright their personality is.

Lucky for us, I was the super cool teenager who L-O-V-E-D to film everything on my super cool video camera (ya know, the kind with the tape!) So I have almost the entire trip on film.


Right. Loopy trip. As it turns out Jane Sr wasn't so great at the whole "reading a map," thing, or "booking a motel where we won't get mugged," thing. So Jane jr and I took over, mapping the way and finding a new motel (did I mention we were 16?) and generally keeping us alive and sane.

We went to Bar Harbor, Maine, after a night in Portland, and got to go hiking! Now, I think I am a pretty seasoned casual hiker. My parents raised me going hiking and tromping through the woods since I was little, and Jane jr got to come on a family vacation to the mountains so she was pretty comfortable as well.

Well, turns out her momma wasn't so seasoned. Raw would be a good term. First of all she brought her rolling suitcase (that has straps,) to wear as a hiking backpack, haha. And she chose a really hard trail to hike, with some actual rock climbing interlaced into the hiking. And she wore a skirt over her pants! (I told you this lady was hysterical!)

So, we set out hiking, and about 1/4 of a mile in, we stop, because Jane Sr has fallen behind and is splayed out on a rock comically calling for "Oxygen! Oxygen! I need Oxygen!"

Talk about theatrics! I could barely keep it in. Most of the time, when you don't want to laugh AT someone, you might have to resort to using sarcasm as a cover method. That's my tool of trade.

Anyways, here is a little clip from our experience. Sorry for the horrible camera work, I never claimed to be good! Don't forget to scroll to the bottom and pause the music so that you can hear her calls for "Oxygen!"

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