This past week, Phil's moms, Pat and Paula, came to Maine and stopped by for a while. We got to show them the campground, ate some lobsters (well, I had the crapcake sandwich), and went on a Acadia National Park ranger-led boat tour to Baker Island. I wanted to wait until my family came to do that tour since their name is Baker, but they won't get here in time. I did ask why the island was named Baker since the first people to settle their were named Gillis, and the ranger said no one knows. When I said that was too bad, my maiden name was Baker and wanted to see if I could claim the island as my own, he did go on to tell me that past owndership included some folks from Pennsylvania, so know I have some genealogy checking to do.
The tour was fun. We always enjoy a boat ride. The weird thing about the island is that there are still two homes on it that are privately owned, so they have to deal with a boatload of tourists showing up daily in the summer. That would be so strange. I don't think anyone was home in either place, but they should just embrace it and sell stuff off their porches. I could have gone for a blueberry muffin or something.
The moms left today and now we have to figure out what to do for our next three days off. It's the one year anniversary of my dear, dear pug Willoughby's death, so we'll have to do something to honor her. Let's see, she liked to sleep and to eat. I think I can handle that.
Next stop...the next exciting thing is not until mid September when my mom and sister come, so I'm not sure what comes before then. Oh, and if you're wondering about the title of the post, Google Tina Fey and sheet cake.