Mr. Avery’s camp was located on the Indian rd. , in Dresden. It was only about 18 miles from the Bath Bridge. One year Paul came to me and said “Are you coming to camp with the guys or going playing with the girls at Rollin Andy’s “(a well know night spot in Brunswick, Me). I stated that I was going to do both because I was young and didn’t need as much sleep as the old guys. He chuckled and asked when I was coming to camp. I told him I would be there Fri night after an appearance art Andy’s. He said fine an that was that.
Friday night came and I went to Andy’s with the guys. It was raining hard and it was Indian summer (warm) so we didn’t have any snow to content with so I was heading to camp. I had had a couple of beers and back in those days there was as much to do about drinking and driving. I think we called it Young and stupid. Any way I was fine and was heading to camp.
It was raining so hard when I crossed the bridge into Woolwich and picked up Rt 127. Didn’t know who all would be there. I had to slow down a couple of times because of the rain but my 1947 ford p/u was running right along. I had to slow down as I turned on the Indian road because it was a dirt road. Only about 3 miles and I would be at came and even through it was 45 degrees or close to that there would be a nice cozy fire in the wood stove and it would be nice and toasty in camp.
As I rounded the bend, I saw a ladder up against the front of the camp. As my headlights flashed on the camp I could see two people on the roof in their white skivvies with flashlights. It was Paul and Russell and they were surprised to see someone coming down the road at 2 am and they were also relieved it wasn’t someone they didn’t know. I asked what they were doing and Paul replied that they had finally gotten running water in camp but that it wasn’t exactly where they wanted it; In other words, there was a leak in the roof over Paul’s bed. They couldn’t sleep so they decided to fix it. That picture was worth a 1000 words.