Maine Stay - Day 5

Friday was a beautiful day. Outside and because Grandma and Grandpa took Shane for the  morning!

I took Carrie for a walk. There's a path to the breakwater lighthouse. It's about 0.7 of a mile and goes well out into the water.

Carrie doesn't like crowded, sandy beaches, but she loves the sound of the water. Rocky, less crowded Maine beaches are more her style.

I'd assumed the path to the lighthouse was a lot more uniform than it really was. It was uneven with a lot of gaps. A good ankle workout.

There were a couple of joggers, but you'd have to keep your eyes downward and your steps sure rather than enjoy the views. 

There were a lot of deep gaps. This was just one I could see the bottom clearly enough I didn't think a crab would get me!

Carrie used her phone to take a panorama shot.

I posed thoughtfully.

I took a shot of Carrie sitting on the rocks near the lighthouse. It was a small attempt to recreate another picture of her in Maine. It was also a chance to let her rest.

She made me sit for a picture of her own after.

The USS Hue City is in the background. The cruiser is 567 ft long and has a crew complement near 373 if Wikipedia is to be believed. I wonder what it would be like to live on a boat like that, but I'm not about to sign up for it.

I made a lap around the lighthouse and took a shot of the bay before we headed back.

Lunch was at a place with a familiar name! The owners weren't from Scotland, but they wore the right kilt in the photo. Carrie recognized it as the hunting pattern. McRuari is a sept of MacLaren.

Shane came home filled to the brim with lobster knowledge. "Did you know they pee on each other's faces to talk!?" he exclaimed.

After a quiet afternoon and dinner, we all went out for a final, pick-up croquet game. I played this time (and won, too!). Shane had a mini-meltdown and ended up inside. Even with giving him two strokes to ours, if he had a bad hit he wanted to redo it. The meltdown ensued when he ran out of mulligans and was called on it.

The plan for the evening was to pack and relax. Not that packing was without excitement.

When Carrie and I went up to pack, there was a bat in our room.

I am that guy. I immediately pulled out the camera. I wanted to get some action shots! My phone only had 8% battery, so I had to prop it up attached to my tiny charging cable.

Carrie and I weren't on the same page initially. I wanted to get it moving, get down, and let it fly out the window. She wanted to let it rest somewhere so she could scoop it up or move it's perch out the window. There were lots of squeals and giggles from us.

I thought it was prudent to get low with a bat flying around, but it sure looks funny in the video! I definitely made some unmanly noises.

The goal was to get the bat outside without hurting it. Bats eat mosquitoes, though. It needed to go out and go to work. 

If you don't watch any of the other videos, watch the first few seconds of this one. We have contact.

You don't see much, but if you want to hear Carrie and I figuring out what to do before the final victory, here it is:

I thought it was fun. I know that sounds odd, but I enjoy that sort of thing. Reacting to a novel solution, problem solving, and finding a solution are fun! No one was hurt. Not even the bat. Shane was pumped and hyper, too (so you know who he gets it from)! We were charged up, while Carrie was worn out.

Carrie and I stripped the bedding and searched the room for bat poop. We got all of our stuff out of the room, cleaned up, and put some stuff in the laundry just in case. Grandma called the owner to give them the bad news, "You've got bats."

We ended our final night in Maine with a great story!