So, when I was a junior in high school, my best friend, Jane, and her mom (also Jane,) and Grandma (I have no clue what her name is...just grandma,) decided to go on a labor day weekend trip to Maine.
And I got to go!
I was SO excited, but we didn't really think through how illogical it was to take a weekend, fly from FL to New Hampshire, then drive 6 hours or so into Maine, spend two days in Maine, then repeat the whole process on the way home.
It was SO illogical.
So we head to Maine (because that's where Jane Sr and her momma wanted to move to....because of all of the lobster and moose *I am not making this stuff up,*) and the whole trip was pretty loopy.
Maybe I should preface the rest of this disjointed tale by telling you that Jane Sr is, um, a free spirit. A very colorful lady that could always make me laugh. Her daughter is the same way, just a funny person who you love instantly because of how bright their personality is.
Lucky for us, I was the super cool teenager who L-O-V-E-D to film everything on my super cool video camera (ya know, the kind with the tape!) So I have almost the entire trip on film.
Right. Loopy trip. As it turns out Jane Sr wasn't so great at the whole "reading a map," thing, or "booking a motel where we won't get mugged," thing. So Jane jr and I took over, mapping the way and finding a new motel (did I mention we were 16?) and generally keeping us alive and sane.
We went to Bar Harbor, Maine, after a night in Portland, and got to go hiking! Now, I think I am a pretty seasoned casual hiker. My parents raised me going hiking and tromping through the woods since I was little, and Jane jr got to come on a family vacation to the mountains so she was pretty comfortable as well.
Well, turns out her momma wasn't so seasoned. Raw would be a good term. First of all she brought her rolling suitcase (that has straps,) to wear as a hiking backpack, haha. And she chose a really hard trail to hike, with some actual rock climbing interlaced into the hiking. And she wore a skirt over her pants! (I told you this lady was hysterical!)
So, we set out hiking, and about 1/4 of a mile in, we stop, because Jane Sr has fallen behind and is splayed out on a rock comically calling for "Oxygen! Oxygen! I need Oxygen!"
Talk about theatrics! I could barely keep it in. Most of the time, when you don't want to laugh AT someone, you might have to resort to using sarcasm as a cover method. That's my tool of trade.
Anyways, here is a little clip from our experience. Sorry for the horrible camera work, I never claimed to be good! Don't forget to scroll to the bottom and pause the music so that you can hear her calls for "Oxygen!"