Packemup day. And we have a gentle rain. Oh. Fight the urge to go back to bed.
Coffee. Hope it is enough.
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And, then, it got interesting: When you become the entertainment for the weekend.
When you almost take off the roof with a pine tree.
There was no time for photos of this event.
Let's just say, this was the closest we have ever come to damaging Tana big time.
We followed directions. Went right. Should have gone left according to the hubby. Buried door side of Tana in pine trees. Limbs almost 3 inches in diameter. If we had kept going we would have taken off all things that stick up, like vents and shower bubble. And we were going uphill. In gravel. And Jolly was slipping in two wheel drive. Man put in 4-wheel drive. He got on roof. I drove. He lifted limbs. I pulled up a few feet. I stopped. Twice he fell on his butt. There was a HUGE crowd. Watching and trying to help. One lady kept saying. "Those Montanas always have trouble." The manager said later that the tree needs to be trimmed. Well, damn it. Trim that mother. Yes after all the excitement I am rather pi$$ed. And backing into this site was another flipping nightmare. Man finally gave the truck over to a local truck driver to place in the site.
Right now we are very thankful. And going to find food.
My sugar started to tank. I gulped down a power bar. Then a few swigs of fireball.
We are having a late lunch.
We are breathing.
Man got on roof again and looked. Some scratch marks on roof. No other damage.
And just cause it's how we fly, errrr, drive. We came back tonight and drove what the hubby/manager/dude said we should have done. Yep. A left turn and a long slow drive around the entire back loop would have been easy/peasy. Wife/manager told us wrong. Sigh.
Man took Sir W for a walk. Started talking to some women. He asked, did you see our show? She said no, but I heard all about it. Sigh.
We had MANY watching and helping. I could barely hear Man, even tho he was screaming. So they were relaying screams/instructions to me. I just had to trust them all.
BTW, a "for what it is worth". The wife/manager apologized this morning for sending us right and not left. And we appreciate her apology.
DESPITE all this excitement, afterwards we went out to eat and cemetery hunting.
We found Man's great great grandparents burial place. Buried in same place are two of their sons that drown in 1882.
The burial spot over looks water and docks. William senior was a fisherman. Seriously what a lovely place they are interred in. I believe it is possible the the boys drown nearby.
Read the plaque for interesting historical bit. The plaque is at the gate to the cemetery.
Of course we started at the wrong end of the cemetery. I took some photos of other names. One of the first is in my data base for sure. The skeeters started. Ewww. I found a plat map of sorts. Showed us right where to look. I know if we had kept walking I would have lots more photos and lots more skeeter bites. Sigh.
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Is that the Chebogue Cemetery? I have lots of ancestors there who came up from Cape Cod and settled in Yarmouth.
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