The Opening of the Top of the Crest

Today the new mattresses arrived for the "Top of the Crest". This a new space on the third floor of the Inn which will be used next summer for longer stay guests. The Top of the Crest has two bedrooms, Bathroom and fully equipped kitchen.

I have been wondering again about the Family who arrived for a single night from all parts of the county. They toted along an elderly man who spoke very little. Either by design or by some mental deficiency was he unable to speak. But his eyes said more than he ever could have. It appeared as though he was attempting to communicate by just looking. I starred at him quietly only for a few moments. But it was enough for him to tell me that he had a story to tell. Was this seemingly last minute trip just a circumstance or was it planned well in advance and by design. My mind wandered about this. The silent aged father figure, the young tired brow beaten dad with the equally tired son suffering from over medication. The domineering wife and yet another submissive husband who showed the most interest in watching the latest sports scores. He seemed to watch anything sports but knew nothing of the teams. Carrying on in a relentless tirade about players from bygone years and teams that no longer existed and cities that no longer had pro games. Did he watch the same game I did? It was in front of him but he saw nothing. Just like the grandfather, he saw everything but could show you nothing. Beneath all of this was an underlying fear.

Fear of what I thought. I had to pose some innocent questions to each in some privacy and then compare the answers.

When I return, I'll tell you the answers to some disturbing questions I had not asked.

It has now been 6 weeks since we took over the PineCrest Bed and Breakfast Inn. A plan that took several years to create sprung into action in just a few short weeks .

So here we are, in Gorham Maine, the only Inn in town, a beautiful 1825 home, convenient to all and known to none. I believe that everything happens for a reason although the reason may never become fully known to us. Why did we end up here when so many other attempts failed. Yes, I'm aware that Edison invented 2000 ways not make a light bulb. But in the end, we have light don't we. Ok, In this end, we have an Inn. And guests. So that's a step, right.

The list of Inns we've looked at over the years was to say the least, long and interesting. From abandoned beautiful properties in the middle of nowhere to smelly-not-so-nice ones in the middle of everything. (Names left out to protect the guilty.)

What you will find here in this InnBlog are my thoughts of this adventure. I don't know, but my wife and I may be the youngest innkeepers in the state of Maine. Certainly my assistant innkeepers are. Abby, age 9 and Zoe, age 7, have become our assistants in "All-Things-Inn" They help with cooking and serving, cleaning and even have the arduous task of playing with the guests children.

I may even write about some strange guests, like the family who showed up for a night on a seemingly secret trip. They came from all over the US, for one night, some driving a dozen hours to get here. For a cookout? I don't think so. I think they might have committed some horrible act and rejoin each other once a year to re-commit their code of silence. What did they do? Why the secret trip. I know. I will tell more in the days to come.

InnBlog, out.