At the end of my last post recapping the winter in Florida I mentioned I was planning a move to Maine.  Summers in Maine and winters in Florida seemed like a nice idea.  So last Friday, during a snow squall, I moved up to my "camp" in Rangeley Plantation, Maine.   Fyi, up here they call most houses "camps".... no matter what the size or style.  

My camp is a re-modeled log cabin... once part of a group of fishing and hunting camps.  There will eventually be enough room here for a painting studio and the business once I shuffle things around a bit and move a few things... like fishing gear... out to an old A-frame storage building on the property.

But as I was moving the fly fishing gear out of the camp I hooked my Nike's with a lure...barb and all...tripped and got the poles stuck in the door!  Fortunately no one was around to witness the Maine rookie.  But I laughed out loud anyway and wondered if I was really ready for this!  At least I better get some real fishing boots if I'm going to be living up here.  For now though I need to keep unpacking and get my first DJD order out the door.

More later from "camp".