That's a big boot.
Mark went crazy at L.L. Bean. He skipped from rugged man clothing section to section, replenishing his aging supply of cargo pants and shorts. Sure, they're not so popular in "mainstream" stores as they used to be...but, he's keeping the dream alive.
Pockets. You can keep stuff in them.
He purchased a set of lightweight sleeping bags, a rolling pin and a wooden travel chess set. Everything seemed like a good idea.
Using his aged and torn cargo shorts to store his new chess set and rolling pin, he hauled 4 bags of L.L. Bean merchandise to the truck and bathed in the glory of his purchases as we headed to our campsite in Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
Two blocks from the beach, we checked in to Paradise Park Resort, an adorable family-run campground. The entire family came out to greet us, including Dad and his two sons - all in golf carts and all ready to help Mark back our big rig into the campsite.
Mark, a language chameleon and a sucker for a local dialect, jumped right in to the rapid-fire conversation about "lefts", "rights", "hold its" until they got the 40 foot "monstah campah pahked in the wicked tight space" with the help of the New England natives.
Sadly, that goal was not realized. The Sea Dogs were pummeled.