We headed up to Bethel, Maine. Bethel is a winter town in the western mountains. In the summer it is very sleepy and charming. I'm standing on the deck of the nearby Sunday River golf course where we grabbed lunch.
We have pagan tendencies around here. In that vein, Amy and the girls put together this shrine to Baphomet for father's day.
I would be remiss to not record here for posterity one of this summer's obsessions. I discovered this American made poor man's Yeti alternative at Walmart recently. I'm a bit obsessed with it. It's always in my Jeep, loaded and ready to go on the next adventure. I went back and bought a second, bigger one as well.
No summer is complete without a visit to Southern Maine's signature home of mediocre food and stunning ocean views: Two Lights.
