After driving 3 hours in the pouring rain, I arrived safely, if not soggily, at the Blackwoods Campground in Bar Harbor. I pulled up to the Ranger's little cabin and the first thing I noticed was the sign that commanded: "Stay with your Vehicle!". I turned off the engine and didn't move a muscle.
Park Lady: "May I help you?
"Yes. I am here to see Jamie.
" she cried. And then disappeared.
A short period ensued where I was left alone to ponder the aforementioned sign.
A new lady appears.
Park Lady 2: "How long will you be staying?
"Just the night
" I reply.
"Do you have a Park Pass
"No... am I in a Park?
As I hand over the $5 I receive minute instructions on where exactly to park my motorcycle - "In front of the rocks, not beyond!
" Her hands joined in. "Cars here - tent there
." I assured her and I left the Protectress of Blackwoods to find my way to B120.
I pulled up to the tent site and the purring of the Kawasaki woke Jamie up. After a few words of introduction, I launched into one of my long monologues about Ham Radio or motorcycles or some nonsense and relieved him of having to say anything. After a short hour, Mike
showed up. Jamie was very glad to see them.
Here are some things I learned from Jamie:
1. He likes baseball. In fact, he likes baseball so much, he convinced us to dine in a restaurant that had a TV every 3 feet. Every screen was THE GAME.
2. Jamie is happy
when the Red Sox beat the Yankees. Jamie is unhappy
when the Yankees beat the Red Sox. We all spoke very encouragingly about the Red Sox.
3. Drinking Gatorade supports Jamie's alma mater - The U of F. Go Crocs!
4. Jamie's cellphone is not a phone. It is a scoreboard.
There seems to be a tangible difference between a Moose, even a blind one, and a sturdy Mountain Goat. The MG appears to be able to ascend multiple steep hills with no apparent stress. Us Moose, however, are left stumbling, tumbling, and fumbling our way through the course. The poor goat had to wait for us several times. A patient, kind, goat.
It wasn't long, however, until we had him showing us the 'ballet hop' in response to my 'windmill' and Mike's 'airplane' as we careened down a hill. Yes, he fit right in.
It was a great weekend with lots of laughs and the addition of another kindred spirit made it that much better. We are looking forward to next month and the actual race. We'll probably win the "most miles laughed" category.