MAINE.
It is quite simply The Sh*t.
I basically had a mild case of PTSD from 4 weeks of storm clean up in CT, had the thousand yard stare, was in a bit of a stupor as I headed out for a week up there. About 12-16 hours past the state line, I was back to feeling human, feeling good again. The state slogan up there is "The way life should be" which sounds kinda hokey but you know what?? It's true. The air is clean and smooth. The people are very friendly as a whole. Not overly, in your face friendly or something like that, but just good, basic friendly, the way humans are to each other when they are not all overcrowded, overworked, or overstressed, etc.
My parents were born and raised in Livermore Falls, ME. We are fortunate to have a small, unwinterized camp on a big, beautiful, clean lake in the neighboring town of Fayette, it is on a quarter acre bought by my mother in 1940 for $50, my grandfather built the camp in 1964 and we've been summer-vacationing there ever since. I got my start there in the tree biz in 1977 when I got a job with the logger working my uncle's woods.
Last week we had much fun and relaxation there, exploring the surrounding peaceful woods (one nearby area, Cranberry pond, looks like it is straight out of the 1600s, untouched and wild) SUP'g all over the lake, and later, a large coastal salt marsh in Scarborough (looking down into the water from your SUP perch, it is so cool to see all the sea life and the bottom structure), getting home-made food at the local bake shop, great veggies at the local farm, fun shopping at LL Bean etc in Freeport (normally, I don't shop anywhere except Home Depot and the auto parts store but when I get to Freeport, idk, I become Shopping Squirrel ). I really wanted to look up Ruel but ran out of time.
I'm posting this just in case others would like to weigh in on the great State of Maine. Like any place, Maine has it's issues, but nevertheless it is definitely a very special place.
It is quite simply The Sh*t.
I basically had a mild case of PTSD from 4 weeks of storm clean up in CT, had the thousand yard stare, was in a bit of a stupor as I headed out for a week up there. About 12-16 hours past the state line, I was back to feeling human, feeling good again. The state slogan up there is "The way life should be" which sounds kinda hokey but you know what?? It's true. The air is clean and smooth. The people are very friendly as a whole. Not overly, in your face friendly or something like that, but just good, basic friendly, the way humans are to each other when they are not all overcrowded, overworked, or overstressed, etc.
My parents were born and raised in Livermore Falls, ME. We are fortunate to have a small, unwinterized camp on a big, beautiful, clean lake in the neighboring town of Fayette, it is on a quarter acre bought by my mother in 1940 for $50, my grandfather built the camp in 1964 and we've been summer-vacationing there ever since. I got my start there in the tree biz in 1977 when I got a job with the logger working my uncle's woods.
Last week we had much fun and relaxation there, exploring the surrounding peaceful woods (one nearby area, Cranberry pond, looks like it is straight out of the 1600s, untouched and wild) SUP'g all over the lake, and later, a large coastal salt marsh in Scarborough (looking down into the water from your SUP perch, it is so cool to see all the sea life and the bottom structure), getting home-made food at the local bake shop, great veggies at the local farm, fun shopping at LL Bean etc in Freeport (normally, I don't shop anywhere except Home Depot and the auto parts store but when I get to Freeport, idk, I become Shopping Squirrel ). I really wanted to look up Ruel but ran out of time.
I'm posting this just in case others would like to weigh in on the great State of Maine. Like any place, Maine has it's issues, but nevertheless it is definitely a very special place.
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