A colleague of mine, a Japanese guy, once told me that the Japanese have this impression of Maine as being covered in fog and evergreens and Stephen King is walking around trying to frighten people. I was intrigued by this, because I'm pretty sure that's the standard American impression as well. Plus lobstahhh, of course.
I've always wanted to see Maine. I came close once. Planned the whole thing out, camping by the seashore, Acadia National Park, and Bar Harbor. The week before the trip I was abruptly dumped by the guy I was going to go with. Of course I realize that that wasn't Maine's fault. Nonetheless I stopped talking about visiting for awhile. We grew estranged, Maine and I.
Fast forward a decade after my near-Maine experience, Our friends got engaged and announced their plans to get married in Maine, where the bride had been raised. And so it came to pass that D and I put Bobby in doggie-jail and off we went to Boston by way of Atlanta from Cincinnati (we saved enough to make the transfers worth it, believe me). We rented a car and drove up through Massachussetts and about five minutes worth of New Hampshire to that Mitten Dipping into the Atlantic, Maine.
Ogunquit is a land by the sea,
where trolleys roam the streets,
where the art of signcraft is alive and well,
where wacky weather vanes greet you,
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| dolphins |
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| clippers |
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| mermaids |
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| ... bakers? |
and possessing absolutely amazing scenery.
and that's not all!
the Oarweed : best clam chowder we've ever had anywhere period
the Marginal Way : goooorgeous
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