
I'll start with the RHOC. They stayed in these beautiful cabins that looked like 5 star hotel rooms. They actually may have been at a 5 star hotel camping. They sat around the fire and drank wine and cooked fish and what not over the fire.
Our trip was a little bit different. I'm sure their cabin was several hundreds of dollars per night. Our trip not so much. Instead of a resort we stayed at a KOA campground in Maine. It was about an hour and a half from our house.
This is how the trip was supposed to go in my head...we'd drive up to ME, stopping for lunch somewhere cute and seafoody, do a little shopping, and head to the KOA. We'd get there, unload the car, uncork the wine, start a fire, and sit around the fire, drinking wine, eating s'mores, and gossiping all night. The weather would be gorgeous.
Instead the forecast called for rain starting Friday. The rest of our gang was going to lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings so we decided to crash that party and leave for glamping from there as it was POURING. Not just a little rain, but a monsoon. We have hardly had any rain this spring because apparently God was saving it all up for this weekend.
We left to head up to ME. Danielle, Sarah, and I rode up together while Rebekah was driving up later. Of course we stopped at the first Starbucks we saw and then again stopped at the Maine welcome center (keep in mind that our total driving time was an hour and 30 minutes and we've stopped twice).


We walked in the rain, ate breakfast at the Merry Moose in the rain, hiked (ok, it was like a 5 minute walk) to a waterfall in the rain, took lots of pictures in the rain, and drove home in the rain. Rebekah swore there was an awesome little Italian restaurant on our way home...turns out it was closed, but we did get some dang good pizza at another place (I actually ate the leftovers for lunch today which I never do). And we planned a return trip including the hubster, baby, and rest of the gang for later this summer.
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