The thing about summers is that they eventually come to an end. The endless sun filled days of open windows, tee shirts, outdoor picnics, swimming pool parties and warm, humid breezes. While the year moves onward, towards the colors of fall and the magic of winter, summer still lies somewhere deep within our hearts all throughout the year.
As summer is coming to a close on the East coast, the nights are getting cooler and the light is fading earlier, I thought I would post one last ode to summer. One last spontaneous road trip that can only happen because of summer. This time to coastal Maine. A hop, skip, and a jump away through New York and Boston on I-95, a snippet of New Hampshire, and then coastal Route 1 comes into view.
What I remember most about Maine is its color and its serenity. Its gray rocky crags next to its aquamarine blue oceans and bays. Humble people, good food (think lobster rolls and blueberry sodas), and a preserved earthly beauty.
In the back of my mind, Maine evoked ideas of wealth and large presidential retreats. And while we drove through Kennebunk, the ultimate destination was far from there. Acadia National Park is a nature lover’s paradise.
What are your final summer memories?