Celtics ☘️ Sentinel

 When you and your family are nine miles from the nearest paved road , and there is no electricity, toilet, running water, refrigerator, automatic heating device or nearby corner store,  daily living becomes very different. Such was our "fate" for roughly 30 years on the shores of Aziscohos Lake in Western Maine. Aziscohos Lake, Western Maine Any trip to the camp started with buying provisions for the duration or our stay. The nearest grocery store would be at least an hour away - 20 minutes of which meant navigating nine miles of treacherous logging roads . Moose and logging trucks needed to be avoided.  No fridge meant a large cooler and blocks of ice would have to suffice. And if the four-hour trip to the camp meant we arrived in darkness, lugging everything down the hill with only flashlights to guide the way could be a major chore. No electricity meant relying on propane lanterns and kerosene lamps once inside. Cooking took different forms . A simple propane c...

 Linda and I married - probably too young, in 1966, and we had two kids, Marc and Lisa. Money was short then, and we had to figure out a way to be able to get away and to give our offspring some experiences. The top two photos are of a camp I built - by myself, and without any power tools, and the a cre-and-a-quarter lakefront lot with 200 feet of sandy frontage . The cost to build the camp was roughly $800.00, and the lot lease was a "whopping" $150.00 per year. The remote lot was nine miles from the nearest paved road, and there was no electric power. None. Coolers, blocks of ice, an outhouse, propane lanterns, a wood stove, spring water and a battery-powered radio provided what we needed. It was simple perfection. The bottom two photos are of a trailer we owned at an ocean campground - starting in 1981 - right on the water - and "Russell's Lobster Shack" across the street where we would have the lobsterman cook his catch for pickup. Our first trailer cos...