Enjoying the Cadence
By: Thomas H. Fletcher, CFP®
A couple of weeks ago, my family and I made the most of some R&R and spent a week up in Cape Porpoise, Maine. If you haven’t heard of it before, it’s a quaint village “downeast” from the main town of Kennebunkport.
In terms of views and atmosphere it’s a giant, but the town center of Cape Porpoise only contains a handful of historic buildings: a church who’s bell rings every hour on the hour just to remind you what time it is when you’re trying to fall sleep, a few restaurants, a grocer, and a shop or two. In other words, it’s pretty stereotypical coastal Maine. Ayuh!
We had the trip planned and mostly paid for since last year at this time, so like others in this time of Covid, we were a little concerned about the fate of our trip. Fortunately we were able to enter (and exit) the Vacationland state without any issues, and overall foraging for food wasn’t terribly tricky. As many of you are aware, I’m a bit of a bread aficionado and if you ever visit that area, I would highly recommend the Boulangerie bakery in Kennebunk. They say that man can’t live on bread alone, but I’d certainly like to try.
If you’re like us, each vacation has a certain rhythm to it; a cadence that’s significantly different from what one normally does in a non-vacation environment. You get up each morning when the sun gets you up, and not via alarm clock. You make a coffee or two and drink it in a certain location (along with delicious bread of course!). Planning cocktails and dinner takes up much of an afternoon. And then there’s eating extra food on a daily basis without considering the consequences.
In my son’s case, most evenings he enjoyed peacefully flying his RC planes over the inlet. He’s such a good pilot that we never think twice about where the planes will land. However on our last night at just about dusk, he landed one in a neighbor’s backyard about 30 feet up a tree. Now that will change you vacation cadence in a hurry! Once I introduced myself to our surprisingly friendly neighbor and explained our predicament, we gathered a bunch of big rocks to try and dislodge the plane. As I’m no Tom Seaver (may he Rest In Peace), the errantly chucked rocks failed to register even a glancing blow. Maybe the fact that it was dark by this time didn’t help? Defeat wasn’t in the cards however. The next morning I had a brainstorm. By using zip ties and very flimsy bamboo poles found in our homeowner’s garage, we created a 40 foot long Dr. Seuss type of contraption, much akin to pushing on a rope and were able to eventually extricate the plane. Amazingly, everyone onboard survived!