this weekend was one for the record books. it was one of the best weekends i’ve had in quite some time. lots of friends, fun and sun in a little place called gay island. the island is right off of the small town, cushing, which is 90 minutes north of portland. my boyfriend’s family owns a house on the island and i’ve been lucky enough to partake in the festivities.
we rounded up our friends and hopped in the car thursday afternoon. cushing is about 6 hours from burlington and the island can [quite honestly] be a pain in the ass to get to at night. we decided to drive to portland, enjoy some amazing dinner at duckfat, crash for the night and finish the journey the following morning.
friday rolled around and we hit the road. honestly, the last part of the drive is my favorite – yea, i’m sure it doesn’t help that the end destination is beautiful and who doesn’t love vacation- but the drive is also the most scenic and the back roads of maine are drop.dead.gorgeous.
we loaded up the boat and full steam ahead to gay island. we couldn’t have been luckier when it came to the weather – 80s and sunny throughout the whole weekend.
the house on the island is quite simple, and quite amazing; no plumbing, no built in electricity, no wifi, no television. once you get to the house it’s easy to ‘unplug’ and really spend some time and appreciate your surroundings. the house sleeps up to 10 but just be sure not to invite people you can’t stand; it can feel small when you’re sitting at the kitchen table and you actually have to make conversation. 😀
when we got there we decided to take the ‘newbies’ exploring around the island. there are some loose woods behind the house, and lucky for us, no cars.
it might be an old wives tale in the andrew’s household, but i’ve heard there is a rogue camel on the island… i’ve yet to see said camel during any of my trips. 😀
friday night hit and we watched the most intense lightening storm from the porch. each strike of lightening was better than the previous lighting up the entire sky. it was INSANE. after that we had an epic battle of monopoly and hit the hay dreaming of camels.
saturday was spent fishing from the dock, attempting to dig clams on the beach at low tide, and cruising over to port clyde for some oysters and cocktails.
after loading up on ice, cold beer and fresh lobsters, we MAY have hit a bit of rain on the way back to the island. just so happens that it was the only rain we saw all day – figures
the rest of the day was spent in a plethora of ways: lounging, reading in the sun, fishing, shell hunting, napping, you name it. after a delicious meal of fresh seafood the boys stepped up and did the dishes. it was too good to not capture.
sunday, reality sunk in as we had to head back to vermont. luckily none of us had to get back for anything in particular so we weren’t in a rush. plenty of breakfast, coffee, sunning, fishing, and more coffee was had. jumped off the dock a few times and we called it a wrap. cleaned up, loaded our gear back onto the boat and caravanned back to the 802.
i must’ve drawn the short straw…. or something? let’s just call it a moment of weakness… i rode in the dingy all the way back to the main land. comical.
clearly, it was one of the best weekends i’ve had in a while. thank you to everyone who was able to make it happen and i can’t wait until next time!
goodbye for now, gay island!