Even though we live on a lake (in western New York state), we were lured up to a lake in Maine for the past two weeks. Our daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren have been singing Maine's praises for several years, and so we joined them, and we saw what all the fuss was about.
Clear, clear, clear water, in abundant lakes with granite islands, perfect for kayaking and swimming.
Miles and miles of coastline jagged with bays and coves and rocks.
Masses of blueberry hills and hiking trails and vistas of green mountains and blue-gray lakes and ocean.
"Lobstah!" Fresh, tender, sweet lobster.
And it was all fine, fine, fine. But finest of all were the grandchildren: the joyous, energetic, healthy, loving, imaginative grandchildren. For them, I would go most anywhere.
You been to Maine? Have a favorite spot there?
P. S. Brattcats: we loved having time with you en route. Thank you so much for your warm welcome.
P. S. Birdman and Elenka: we had all intentions of tracking you down (with forewarning), but were swallowed up by all of the above. Next year?