The island is lovely. It is secluded. Do not do the road/trail loop around the island, at least not until it's dry, because that bit between the hills in the south end is swarming, and I don't use that term lightly, with very aggressive skeeters. Upon my return, I researched the hazards of permethrin, and then ordered up a complete outfit from Ex Officio. I'll let you know how that turns out. Skinny dippin' illicitly from the PLA dock in Long Pond was easily the high point of the trip. Tons of downed wood for fires and we made good use of it, happy it was a little damp as the smoke kept the bugs at bay. Somewhat. I am so glad I'm not allergic to pine smoke.
A day or so before our departure, I had the bright idea to ride the bike to the bike trail, and then do the bike trail, then return home, instead of putting the bike in the car, driving to the bike trail, doing the bike trail, putting the bike back in the car and driving back home. This added about ten miles, as I didn't do the three miles of the trail between the state line and Center Pepperell, and it's about 7 from home to Center Pepperell. I had to walk the last bit of hill up Old Milford, because I was too doggone tired from 30 miles on the bike to have it in me even to do one more small hill. Yowch. Lots of fun tho my butt hurt something fierce after.
For those who are curious, the PDA continues to be lovely and the phone is not bad. Yet another nearby town has put in free wifi in their library. Maybe my town will do so soon as well. Current projects include upgrading the house AC, since we're putting a bunch of people up before and after the wedding, and it occurs to us this could be an ugly situation it being August and there only being two rooms with AC.
I'll be out of town for a little over a week, heading down to DC to see cousins, and then to Traverse City (vacation meca of Michigan, doncha know. I sure didn't. I'm staying at a KOA because that's about all that was left. Even the state park is full up.) to see another cousin, then home again to survive the remaining days until the wedding, when we will discover whether all the planning was adequate, or something crucial was forgotten.
I'm currently panicking about fitting into the wedding dress. Panic. Panic. Panic.