Vacation Stories

I have been traveling to Maine since I was a small girl. My family, (+2 dogs) and best friend would take the six hour drive from New York to New Harbor and I remember how anxious I was, bouncing around in the backseat. We usually rented a cottage right on the water and made sure that Shaw's Wharf wasn't too far away. The most vivid memories I have accompany the most incredible smells. Everything was so fresh and crisp. The food, wet wood planks, the daily catch on the dock, and even the fog rolling in. We traveled around from place to place- Damariscotta, Pemaquid Point, Popham beach, Wiscasset, Belfast, and Freeport. We hiked around with the dogs, visiting art galleries, and discovering new places to eat and play. I remember writing stories on the porch, right over the ocean, eyes closed, inhaling the salty air and dreaming. I remember the tide pools at Popham beach, my best friend and I throwing ourselves into the ocean, laughing in our pink inner tubes. We returned to Maine every summer for 6 years, and it never got tiring. In fact, I loved it so much I went to Camp Med-o-lark in Washington, Maine. Then, when I was too old to be a camper, I went right back to be a counselor years later. Something always pulled me back there, and every time was a new adventure. I don't know where I would be without Anywhere, Maine- but I do know I will be going back, as long as I'm living!