It all started with an ad in the Boston Herald: Lakeside cabins in Fryeburg, Maine; write to the Rev. Jack Jordan. "Mom was a good Episcopalian and figured the camps must be nice if they were run by a reverend. Dad hated the thought of dipping into our savings, but the price was right, fifteen dollars a week, so he agreed."
Jordan's Camps turned out to be perfect: no electricity or indoor plumbing, but plenty of good fishing and good companionship to fill the long summer days. It was 1946 and the beginning of Dave Morine's long love affair with Maine.
Although he didn't know it, his entire career began taking shape the first time he splashed boyish bare feet in the pristine waters of Lovewell Pond. Morine went on to become an internationally recognized conservationist as the head of land acquisition for The Nature Conservancy.
A wonderfully quirky personal story: nostalgic, colorful, peopled with memorable characters, and filled with some of the funniest "what I did on my vacation" stories you'll ever read.