Although I thrive on our usual “roll by the seats of our pants” style of unplanned travel, I also enjoy an occasional event or trip for which all we have to do is pay a fee and show up on time, because someone else has done all the legwork and planning for us.
Hangouts are a brand new addition to the Escapees slate of social events for RVers, and since we already counted the program directors as friends, and knew we’d be in the right part of the country, we registered for the Hangout in Maine as soon as we heard about it. Also? I’d never been to Maine!
The week’s schedule was packed full of events. None were mandatory; all were thoroughly researched; and all were described in a printed packet containing detailed instructions on locations, times, and any additional fees.
I think you’ll see pretty quickly how that 8 days in August felt so much like summer camp to us. In roughly chronological order:
1. We went on a group excursion to a historical site.
2. We went to a lobster bake.
3. We went blueberry picking.
4. We went biking.
5. We sang camp songs and other hits at karaoke night.
6. We went hiking.
7. We admired the sunset from atop a mountain.
8. We went on a boat tour.
9. We got ice cream!
10. We went to a local festival.
11. We went kayaking.
12. We saw real live lumberjacks in action.
13. We stayed in a campground.
14. We obeyed the directions of our camp directors.
15. We shared potluck meals with our fellow campers.
And that wasn’t even all! I didn’t post pictures of the campfires, blueberry recipe contest, craft class, outdoor movie night, star viewing, or all our new friends (44 people in 25 rigs).
We even left with mosquito bites on our legs, just like summer camp when we were kids.
Oh, and you’d better believe we signed up for another Hangout. Next year: Mexico!
Disclaimer: This blog was neither solicited nor compensated by the Escapees RV Club, nor any business mentioned or linked to herein. All opinions are our own; all mistakes are Emily’s (and I’ll correct them if you ask nicely, after I finish smacking my forehead and sighing grumpily).