When we arrived in Maine it was summer. I’m not certain when it happened but it is no longer summer in the northeast. Fall has arrived. I wish I could stretch our visit another two weeks so I could witness the final transformation from the greens of summer to the colors of autumn. But I must head south. I have friends to visit and I have a date with a little girl a week from Saturday to watch her first soccer game. That is something I wouldn’t miss for anything.
I have a few thoughts on the past month I would to share:
Favorite Cottage: Beach Walk (this week)
Favorite Town: Eastport
Best Day: Whale watching
Best Moment: Stumbling upon Mama Moose and her children
Favorite Food: Lobstah Rolls
Best Lobster Roll: Helen’s in Macchias
Most Pleasant Discovery: Most small (tiny) towns have libraries with WiFi
Best Library: Sorrento (it’s close)
Favorite Spot: Embdon Pond at sunrise
Best Memory: Laughing with old friends
Biggest Surprise: How far the tide fluctuates. (And how much money you can spend on lunch when you eat lobster every day!)
Best Place to Sleep: HOME
I would love to spend the entire summer here. The problem would be deciding between the mountains and lakes or the sea. Maybe next time we’ll just head west.