Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Rangeley Day 5

Hi! Sorry about waiting so long to update my blog! It's been a busy couple of weeks getting back into the groove of school! Anyways, on Saoirse and I's last day in Rangeley we decided to go to the lake, considering the cabin is on Rangeley Lake :)
It was really choppy and cold, so Saoirse and I just sat on the dock for a while and watched boats go by. It was extremely relaxing to say the least.

After my legs fell asleep I decided I should stop putting it off and jump in. Saoirse followed, reluctantly I might add, and made me go first after our other incident at the pool ;) The water was FUH-REEZING but I wasn't going to say that to Saoirse because if I did, she would've lost her nerve and sat on the dock instead. She looked at me for a reaction, and when I didn't she sprinted forward and dived into the lake. She came up chattering, and yelling at me through chattering teeth. Apparently it was my fault she was cold because I hadn't warned her about the temperature. I didn't say a word until she was finished and then I dunked her. When she came up for air I was the one to go under and then it became a competition to see how many times we could dunk each other. Eventually our bodies became numb to the cold and we could actually enjoy swimming :)
When we climbed out of the lake, my whole body was numb, and the wind coming off the water chilled me to the bone. Saoirse and I decided that we could dry off in the green Adirondack chairs that look onto the water. I forgot my towel so the wind dried me off, but Saoirse was nice enough to offer her towel :) Even AFTER I dunked her in the lake!
While I was drying off, I noticed a dirt path that led from the chairs and into the woods. I was curious so I got up and walked to the mouth of the path. "Saoirse! Come see this!" I yelled.
"What is it?" She shouted back.
She followed me down the dirt path, and what we found at the end surprised us both. Our own private beach! It was deserted, and a long piece of driftwood separated the beach from the lake. The driftwood was worn on the top so Saoirse and I decided it would be nice to sit on and to watch the waves come and go.
"I'm so happy you invited me Saoirse." I said quietly. She turned to look at me and said "Are you kidding me? My week would've been B-O-R-I-N-G without you here! Plus, you made this one of the best weeks of my summer, so I should be thanking you." I smiled at that and instead of saying anything, I just squeezed her shoulder. Gosh, I was going to miss that girl when I went back to school.
After spending some time relaxing on our beach, Saoirse and I trudged home. We reluctantly packed our belongings, and teared up as we left the cabin that held so many great memories of ours. The T.V. where we watched Dawson's Creek together, laughing and sharing twizzlers, the porch where we watched the sun go down, and most importantly the couch that we ate together, laughed together and basically bonded with each other on. And, as the Downs' car ventured away from the cabin, I looked over my shoulder and tried to capture that moment in my head forever.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Rangeley Day 4

Unfortunately, today Saoirse and I couldn't explore Rangeley. We were about to head down to the lake when it started down pouring relentlessly, so I suggested we stay inside and watch Dawson's Creek. The episode that we were about to watch happened to be about a curse on an island, where a girl is said to have died there because she was banished from her house, and everybody believed she was a witch. It got darker and darker and Saoirse's eyes got bigger and bigger as the show played. At the very end of the show, where Dawson and his friends were racing off the island after being scared half to death by the supposed spirit of the girl, I decided to grab Saoirse's shoulders and shout "BOO!" She screamed and spilled the popcorn on her lap. "Now look at what you've done." Saoirse said while trying to scoop pieces of popcorn back into the bowl. I fell on the floor laughing, so I couldn't help her pick up the mess. Later, I made her a bowl of ice cream to make it up to her, and we ended our night by watching yet another episode of Dawson's Creek, and laughing because of how awful Dawson's hair looked...