8.15.09 (day four) - pizza delivery

I willingly left the camera behind for the first half of Day 4 began with a trip to Swan Island Blankets. Some of us were out of our element being that we couldn't actually EAT anything there, but I think we managed to socially adjust. We got to watch the looming process. Unfortunately, the average blanket cost more than a flight to California, so we had to pass, but they were super nice people.

We headed into Camden, ME to go to the farmers' market. Camden reminded me of Provincetown, MA. Very pristine town with some good places to eat and right on the water. In addition, nice architecture and well landscaped properties.

We were in town to head out on the Appledore, a schooner built with century old traditions....It was a perfect day to go sailing. While overly hot on land, the wind after the ship took off kicked up to keep us cool. Here's a shot of the boat from their website....

For lunch we had some dill, mayo, and chicken sandwiches (from the killed chickens) all on soft loaf style bread. Some people felt there was too much mayo in the sandwiches. I was LOVING it. I am a huge fan of dill, so I was in my element.

The crew of the boat made up some spicy bloody marys for us, and we drank some beers, chatted, and relaxed. The 2 hour trip went by in what seemed 20 minutes.

Having some free time, we decided to make the most of it by arranging an impromptu wiffleball game down at the soccer field on our cabin grounds. We played for over 2 hours, listening to a loop of Talking Heads' Fear of Music.

Around 7:15pm, we showed up back at Salt Water Farm to begin our pizza making night.

Before pizza could be made and eaten, we HAD to polish off those chicken feet......

The chefs prepared some small pizzas in the wood burning oven for us.....i'm not sure why more pizzas can't taste like this. Possibly a matter of being hungry, the chefs could open up a restaurant and serve these and it would be a hit.....

For the next few hours we got some instruction on how to put together our own pie....Fayetteville, WV's own Dave Bailey was there to guide us through the pizza making process from dough to mow (as in, mow it down....got me?)

Here's how mine came out......I loaded it with garlic, chanterelles, asiago cheese, onions and sauce...

Later in the evening we just hung out, ate and drank some more, and watched a documentary film outside on the patio about 2 Maine buddies that live in the woods....I could only take in about 2/3 of the doc, and went inside to hang in the relaxing kitchen.....(all kitchens should have couches)

We got home around midnight that night, and once again, I caught the final inning of the Yankees.......Mo gets the save. Yanks get the win. Tomorrow is the last day of the trip.....lobster bake.