Want to get wild? Crazy? Live the high life? Where better to do so than in Sweden! With a population of 324 as of the 2000 census, and the only actual store in town A sort of ammunition trading post that resembles something from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Sweden is the place to be for the rich and famous this 4th of July Holiday!
All kidding and chainsaw-wielding mutant psychopaths aside (at least until we get up there), Kristyn's cabins up in Sweden are a godsend. The cabins aren't all that far from Bridgton (which doesn't count as an actual town in most of the real world, but is one of those charming little Maine hamlets that tourists can't get enough of), but they're definitely off the beaten path, and they seem like they're on another, leafier, greener planet. With the lake feet from the cabins, a shed full of firewood, and unbridled freedom, we're hours away from a heavenly escape.
Kristyn's right: you get the best sleep of your life up there. With the warm breeze, the lake smell, the fresh air... all you want to do is sleep between jaunts into town, trips to the beach, and drinking glutenous amounts of alcohol. We're going up en masse, with 8 people, 2 dogs, and - did I mention glutenous drinking? - enough alcohol to quench the thirst of a small country. Ah, the joys of vacation.
I'll be back next weekend. If I can be pried away, that is. Happy birthday, America, and happy vacation, us.
