Oh hey, hi. How are you? It’s been awhile, no? We just returned from our family vacation to Maine and are diving right back into the thick of things, so we have lots to share in the coming weeks. Today, however, I wanted to continue my big long deep breathe by sharing some photos (according to my iPhone) from our trip.
Maine is my happy place. It’s the one place in the world, where I feel I can fully relax, unwind, and unplug. My grandparents live in the sticks, on a dirt road on the outskirts of sleepy little town. We also have a family cabin on a deep water lake, which is where we spend the bulk of our time. Both of these places have little, if any, access to cell service. That, in itself, is reason enough for me.
So, what do you do in the middle of nowhere without digital services, access and commodity? Breathe, my friends. Just breathe.
We took long walks and I let the girls pick up every stick, rock, leaf, beetle, tree frog and pine cone along the way. We gathered wood and starter for fires, fed squirrels out of the palm of our hands. We swam in the lake, water-skied and canoed. We read So. Many. Books. Every night we played games, like Racko, Uno and Phase 10.
I didn’t bring my camera because my photo-taking can be a point of contention with my husband. He says I don’t experience moments because I’m constantly taking photos of them instead. Of course, I took a billion photos, but getting a quick picture with my phone is a bit more acceptable than pulling out my full camera gear and staging photo ops.
We ate lobster (Hadley made friends with the lobster, but had no problem eating it) and lobster rolls, and hot dogs and marshmallows and ice cream.
We sat in rocking chairs and stared out at the water, watching the ducks and their new ducklings swim past, listening for loons and laughing about all the crazy memories we have in this tiny little cabin in the willy wacks of Maine.
The little town my grandparents live in, Dover-Foxcroft, has seen a boom in development lately, with young couples moving back and starting small business, local farms and the recently renovated woolen mill that houses lofts, a boutique inn and a lovely coffee shop and cafe that rivals those in more urban areas. Maine’s economy isn’t great, especially the father north you go, so it’s great to see people pushing the boundaries and working to bring it back to life.
My husband didn’t want to leave. He is seriously planning our new life on a farm in the woods of Maine. A bed and brewery, maybe? I’m so glad he loves my favorite place as much as I do. This place, it’s that transformative.
On the drive home, we made a bonus pit stop to visit an old friend from New York in her new house. She just hit the mother load of life events, so it was a much-needed catch-up. You can’t see it, but her little boy is sitting on a growing belly.
Where is your happy place? Do you have a spot where you can fully detach and unplug?