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Friday, August 26, 2011

It's Always the Simple Ideas.

It's always the simplest ideas that are the most entertaining. Does that ever happen to you? You look at a new product and wonder to yourself why you didn't think of that sooner? I swear, I should be a millionaire by now. 

Anyway, working at camp in Maine for the summer is the best job in town. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, trust me. But, the hours are long and the work can be hard so when a day off rolls around we take advantage. Typically we spend our days off with groups of friends and travel around New England looking for fun things to do. On one particular day off this summer we managed to entertain ourselves for nearly 30 hours with some of the simplest things around. 

I'll give you some examples.




1. The Swing Ring Game.

It all started with the ring swing game at dinner. If you have a porch then you need to build yourself this simple game. There is a small metal ring attached to the string and the object is to swing the ring and catch it on the hook at the bottom of the 2x4. Pretty simple, eh?





It's amazing how elusive that hook can be. Infuriating, even.




But man, when you hook it -- you feel like the world's biggest bad ass.




Case in point.




2. The Human Trash Can. 

We moved on to a baseball game where the Portland SeaDogs were playing. The SeaDogs, in case you didn't know, are the farm team to the Boston Red Sox. However, more exciting than the baseball was the poor guy dressed up as a trash monster. You could actually put your trash in his mouth! Throwing empty beer cups away has never been more exciting. Genius, I tell ya.




3. The Disco Ball.

The next morning we somehow acquired a disco ball that was promptly installed in our day off car. It's all about the atmosphere. Simple. Entertaining.




4. Diving for Rocks.

Eventually we made our way to North Conway, New Hampshire where we hiked up to Diana's Bath which is a beautiful rock quarry in the White Mountains. The best part about Diana's Bath is "the hole." 




Basically, you drop yourself into a 10 foot deep hole (that you wouldn't know was there unless someone told you or you were unfortunate enough to fall into) that opens up at the bottom. 




The goal is simple -- make it to the bottom and back...




And bring with you a rock as proof. 

Why does this provide so many hours of endless entertainment? I have no idea. But it does. 



 

5. Stacking Rocks.


Once plenty of rocks were accumulated from the hole someone decided to stack them all. This someone shall remain nameless (cough, cough...The Canadian). Did I mention that this was not a fast process? As in an hour or so.




Even more entertaining and simple than the art of stacking rocks is the art of kicking rocks over. Actually, the rocks weren't knocked over but the threat of knocking them over was enough to send someone over the edge. And that, my friends, was super simple and entertaining.

It's all about simplicity. Don't ever forget that.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Rockland, Maine: Cafe Miranda.


Cafe Miranda, located in the coastal town of Rockland, Maine, may be the coolest restaurant at which I have ever had the pleasure of dining. Kerry, the owner, lovingly named the establishment after his beloved dog, Miranda. To put it mildly, Kerry is an interesting dude. He has a love of fresh food, cooking, flamingos and Elvis. And all of these passions are on display at this tiny little place on a nondescript street in Rockland. 




Hopefully you'll have made reservations because by 6:00pm this patio is packed.





The first thing you notice is the absolutely overwhelming menu that changes weekly. The side shown in this photo is just the appetizers and salads - go ahead and prepare for an ADD meltdown.





The reverse side is equally packed with entrees - or more appropriately named, a "party in your mouth."





I don't remember what the heck either The Canadian or I ordered but I know that there was some impressive calamari in TC's dish. Just look at the legs on that little guy!




Just to give you a little insight into the uniqueness of Cafe Miranda's mentality each table is adorned with a different set of random garage sale salt and pepper shakers. There are eggs, Jamacian men, teddy bears,  Mr. and Mrs. Claus, bananas, Indian elephants, and many more. 




While TC and I were eating we caught the eye of Kerry, the owner, and invited him to sit and chat with us. After filling us in on the history of Miranda the conversation somehow turned to their staff and the hiring process. He ended up sharing with us the questions potential employees must answer on the application. If I didn't already love this place, then the application really sealed the deal.

Name:
Age:
(blah, blah, blah....)
Number of beers in a 6 pack: **the answer is NOT 6. More like '5 for me and 1 for you'
If you were a car what would you be:
Mode of transportation (circle one): car, bike, thumb, shoes, flying saucer, other
If you weren't human what would you be: (rock, saxaphone, animal, ect)
What would you rather be doing right now:
Any schooling that makes a difference:
Last 3 meals:
It is said that you are what you eat, what are you: 



Seriously, try and answer those questions. It's not easy. It takes a lot of thought. Just off the top of my head, I think I would be a truck, my mode of transportation would definitely be fairy wings, I would rather be playing at the lake, if I am what I eat then I am a coffee bean or a grape, and if I weren't human I'm pretty sure I would be a tree. No wait, a bird. Or maybe an airplane. I don't really know. I'm going to have to think about this...

Anyway, next time you find yourself wandering aimlessly in central Maine go ahead and stop by to visit Kerry. It's a guaranteed good time and excellent meal.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Boat Races. Cardboard and Milk Carton Style.


What does this look like to you? A box? Well, you're half right. In its former life it was a box. Probably used for transporting cereal or frozen chicken nuggets. In its new life this box is a boat made lovingly by an 8 year old boy using only the cardboard, empty milk cartons and packing tape. 

You see, at the camp where The Canadian and I have spent all summer working we are always trying to come up with new innovative activities to entertain our campers. And sometimes the usual lacrosse, water skiing, archery and campfires aren't exciting enough for our youngest male campers. They need to build and create and compete. Enter the boat building contest.




The kids spend several days working with our swim counselors to build their boats.




Some may call these boats masterpieces of engineering brilliance. Pretty impressive for a team of 2nd graders don't you think?




I mean, I'm impressed. I don't think I could build something that spectacular myself.




When building is finally over and race day dawns the kids are ready and chaos reigns. Each boat building team chooses one member to captain the boat and the captain is given a paddle to power their boat. Their goal is to row their boat across the designated swimming area -- a total of about 30 feet.




The kids begin to line up and organize themselves. 




The boats are put in the water at the sound of the whistle to ensure fairness as they could potentially become water logged very quickly.




When the final whistle sounds, they're off!




Almost immediately Chris the Counselor's boat capsizes. It would appear he is a bit too big for his boat. 




Boom! Another one bites the dust a few feet into the race.




Another boat is struggling but David steps in to make the save.




This little guy had it figured out from the beginning when he built himself a simple raft. 




Oh dear. This guy has definitely seen better days. 




It's official. Every boat has lost it's shape, taken on water and appears to slowly be going down.




Paddles are abandoned and the boys proceed to swim/drag their boat to the finish line.




Perseverance at it's finest. After all, this is what camp is all about -- building character.




But what is this? Marcus the Counselor is still intact and afloat! I'm not entirely sure how Marcus got in the race seeing as there were age restrictions...but still, his boat survived in one piece. 

We may have to build a bronze sculpture to memorialize this aquatic success. The bar has been raised. Good luck to next years competitors.