Maine 2006

I'm back, suffering all the usual post-perfect-vacation trauma.  It helps to look at the pictures.  These are just a few of the 450-500 that I took. 

I fell in love with this place the first time I was there, and it just gets harder and harder to leave with each subsequent visit.  Imagine this:  in a place with real hills and real snow in the winter, we didn't see a Hummer for an entire week.  Didn't get a cell phone signal, either. 

Some things have changed since my last visit four years ago.  I could have, if I'd wanted to, now accessed the internet by sitting outside the town library and using their free wi-fi. I didn't bother taking advantage of that "improvement." And the restaurants in town are now allowed to serve alcohol. We did take advantage of that, a wee bit.  But for the most part, the highlights of the week involved little more than hiking, taking pictures, and relaxing.  And talking to the people who live and work there year-round.  They're genuine and unpretentious, to say the least.   

I remember about 5 or 6 years ago, after I had a few visits under my belt, talking with the owner of the motel.  He's a hard-working guy who, at 29, has been running the place for over a decade already.  He knows he lives in a paradise, and when I mentioned my hopes to eventually live there one day, he told me:  "You'd fit in."

I think that was possibly the greatest compliment I've ever received. 

Comments

[Lynne]

I think you've give away to many clues this year as to where your secret vacation spot it :)

some lovely photos there by the way. Make me want to go visit.

[jim]

Hope you had a good time. The pictures are beautiful. Send me an email so we can talk.