I need to begin this post by saying, I grew up in a New England shoreline town that was far from the outdoors. It was filled with mansions, Chevy Suburbans, and beaches. It started becoming really built up, and I pretty much had had enough of the hustle, bustle, and stress of what my town and the surrounding areas were becoming. It was at that time, God sent me a savior – my husband. He showed me there was so much more to explore in my state; places I would have never thought of going to, but it got even better than that! He showed me northern Maine!
Prior to going to northern Maine, I would frequently travel to the Portland/Kennebunkport/Freeport areas of Maine. I LOVED it there, and, still do (in fact, I’ll be back there in a few weeks!), but there was so much more to Maine I hadn’t seen.
I’m not going to lie, I don’t know how I felt about going on the first trip up to Moosehead with my husband. I was forewarned, there was no electricity in the cabin and you had to drive for hours down a dirt road with no cell reception. You were completely off the grid. My mother told him good luck; she didn’t think I would survive. I guess, I was nervous about me surviving too, but it turned out to be my most relaxing and favorite vacation I’ve ever taken. There is nothing like going out on the lake at 7am fishing, and just taking in the calm and beauty that surrounds you. You are so unplugged, and it’s actually nice to not check your cell phone 100 times a day! Who would have thought? It truly lets you get away from it all. I was always a beach girl and had never been one for the outdoors, but that trip changed me – the woods are now my friend and one of my favorite places to be.
I hope you enjoy this pictorial journey of my summers spent in Maine over the years. I will have more photos coming from Maine this year, and I’m so excited to share even more with you!