When I was 10ish my parents bought a small house (cabin) in the Western Maine lakes region. Growing up we spent many weekends there. But eventually I outgrew hanging out with my parents in a small cabin with no tv/internet/civilization nearby. I spent years avoiding the place because it was "boring."
More recently I have enjoyed the time I spend in Maine and this year made an effort to go to Maine once a month. There were some months that I didn't make it up but others that I went up several times (I'm looking at you August). Now that I'm a grownup, I enjoy spending time in Maine much more than I did when I was younger. A big part of this is being able to drive and explore the state at my own will.
This year in Maine:
I went outlet shopping in Freeport.
Took the dog for walks on the frozen lake.
Braved walking on the lake when it was all slushy.
Saw oreo cows.
I visited Screw Auger Falls.
And Snow Falls.
I put my feet in a waterfall in April.
It was cold.
I walked through snow in flip flops.
I saw deer.
Spent time in Kennebunkport.
Went to the beach.
Saw sunflower fields.
I ate corn.
So much corn.
I took boat rides.
And drove countless miles up the coast.
I visited so many lighthouses.
Short ones, tall ones, fancy ones, and rundown ones.
I rode 4 wheelers with friends.
Watched the leaves change.
Scaled the tallest bridge observatory in the country.
Played in a fort with ghosts.
This year I covered a lot of miles in Maine. I began my mission to visit all the lighthouses and covered bridges in the state. I ate lots of ice cream. And I can't wait to do it all again in the coming year.