Half-way across the Piscataqua river bridge you’ll see the sign for the state line of Maine, including this word: Vacationland. Maine: it’s the only state in the nation that shares a border with only one other state. Maine: a place where people walk and hike all the time; where 65 degrees is summertime; where you feel the need to eat lobster even if you don’t normally do so. The shimmery colorful Cape light streaks up along the coast and gets filtered thru Maine’s towering forests like no other state in New England. A CD of the Paula Poundstone concert, “I *heart* Jokes”, is playing in the car – she hilariously captures the essence of Maine and its people. She says, “Maine… you’re sort of a world unto yourself, you know? You could secede at any moment. Frankly, the rest of the country wouldn’t know. You’re...up here...you could practically leap into Canada."
Anyone fortunate enough to have traveled all over Maine can adequately comment on its incredible terrain and beauty. I hope to someday take a breathtaking-scenery-extravaganza road-trip all over Maine. This recent trip was to Wells, which is merely in the big toe of Maine’s massive body. A pretty big toe, too!
It was an artist’s weekend…
...and I agreed to grill for the artists a few days. I think I will include this skill on a business card.
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