Back in 1983 the big plan was to have a ball team.
I dreamed, wanted to sponsor a Houlton Maine little league team. But the slots were taken, had all the sponsors they needed. Until Shop and Save’s management adopted a policy that the players needed to raise the membership fee to sponsor a team individually. So they gave up their team. I lucked out as a proud new sponsor. What a little league team to inherit, to have fall in my lap too.
Many kids that play little league baseball are struggling with enough money to just buy a glove.
Lacking the support behind them to get to the ball diamond for games and practices. And in a small town like Houlton Maine in Aroostook County, the entire village pitches in to help each boy or girl have the experience of being on a team. The structure and discipline of what it takes to work as a team. To earn a victory, suffer through a lean building season. How to win and lose as a team. Which happens a lot in life right? Losses are lessons. Victory is sweeter when it is not a given.
Hustle, Trot, Run. Even When It’s A Walk, 4 Balls That Gets You On First Base In Little League.
To learn the skills to win little league games and improve the goal.
To lose gracefully but maybe make the playoffs. Get a second chance to come from behind as skills get honed later in the season. I have enjoyed the little league teams over the years as much as the kids running and defending the bases. My oldest daughter and two sons were on our team and had a step daughter that was fun to watch at Community Park. In all their games as pretty talented athletes. The exercise, the “good game good game” chant down the line at the end. Welcome to small town living in Houlton Maine.
The first year’s team I went all out. Investing a thousand dollars in to pin stripe uniforms that were sharp, professional. Did actually look like the New York Yankees in Red Sox Nation though. An expense account set up at the local Houlton Farms Dairy Bar for after hard fought games. Win or lose when everyone gets a treat. When you step up to the window and let the lady know what you want for a size and ice cream flavor.
Maine Little Leaguers. They Give Their All, They Hoop And Holler. Go Team!
Today the star pitcher who called me today out of the blue reminded me of the experience he went through. He was a very dedicated player, very good and tough on himself, others on the team. An inspiration but I did not know the whole story why. But heard painful bits and pieces of it that I suspected but did not know the who, what and where about of the background details.
I remember the catcher Danny Erikson saying Luke Barnard was all over him if he bobbled the pop fly, missed the cut off throw.
But Danny’s mom reminded him “Danny, Luke is no harder on you then he is himself.” She was right. Luke was playing for greater stakes than the town championship that he was able to secure for the team as the heart, soul of the “red machine”. It was more than just a Houlton Maine little league game to Luke. Not just a plastic gold trophy and being hoisted high on his team players’ shoulders for making it happen. Or the star in the parade float we pull behind our jeep each year in the 4th of July parade.
He was living in the shadow of his older brother Ryan who was equally talented, gifted. And came before him. Set the stage, records to break. Was the benchmark to meet and surpass if he could to find his own place in the sunshine of his Dad’s approval, acceptance.
Wanting his Dad’s admiration and needing to prove something to gain his love and affection. We all want to make our parents proud. But this is not a healthy application of that desire.
Coming out on top in the game was not just a try your best and you get an ice cream win or lose situation.
Luke had to win. Driven by more than sheer athletic prowess. And did one heck of a job on the mound and as a utility infielder all in one. He was everywhere on the little league ball diamond getting the plays under control to notch another win.
Play Ball. Baseball. Little League In Houlton Maine. Lucky To Be A Team Sponsor Since The Early 1980’s!
Today I got a call from the kid that was the heart and soul of my first little league team and he was looking for housing. We had the best conversation about what he went through, where he is today and he turned out to be a nice young man. And will be a heck of a Dad.
I will help Luke anyway I can and am amazed at what he shared with me. How great he became despite all the setbacks and growing up so early. Rescuing other family members in the process.
My childhood on the Maine farm was tame in comparison to the story Luke spun.
It can make you naive and blind to bad things that do happen to good people, especially kids that are not fair. Make whatever happens to you somehow allow you to land on your feet. And be better for it.
And when you hear someone crying out, that is broken, needing help, be there for them. Return the favor that someone extended you when you needed a friend or maybe did not deserve one as you worked on dark issues, hurt in your heart that made you less than a happy, grateful camper. Maine is famous for places to heal, special hidden areas to get away from people and open up your heart to improve.
Maine, get here quick as you can. Come for a day, stay a lifetime. Consider the move to become a coach and build a little league team. We need your talents and everyone contributes something in a small Maine town.
You can not count all the options, choices for outdoor recreation in Maine using just the fingers on both hands.
When you live in Vacationland, or are lucky enough to be able to fit trips in to the Pine Tree State, some serious decision making has to happen. Like Disney Land or World with too many rides, too little time.
Today the oldest son is heading to Eastport Maine to get a chance to go lobster fishing off the rock bound coast.
The Only Fish Fresher Still Swimming In The Maine Sea. Lobstering, Your Supper Bought Right Off The Boat.
A friends brother is a true blue, real McCoy lobster fisherman and Alex is excited to be invited to come aboard the boat. Watch the operation and to pull up some lobster trap pots. Hopefully he brings back some images, experiences I can share, post about. And a few stray Maine lobsters to dine on.
I know he took some world famous Houlton Farms Dairy butter with him so dining on some of the green turn red when steamed Maine lobsters is in the plans for later today.
The other youngest son Elliot just left the yard with a pickup loaded with camping gear and three other friends. Heading for Baxter State Park and a outdoor Maine camping trip to Davis, Russell Pond.
When you live in Maine full time, when you have the chance to punch out from work. Then so many options right in the rural neighborhood to retreat to for fun and recreation. Unplug, recharge, get to Maine is my motto. So many of the land buyers we match property to make the purchase to explore and discover Northern Maine.
Love of outdoor camping in a place like Maine starts early with hiking, outdoor picnics, cooking.
Baxter State Park… Remote, Refreshing, Memory Making. Get To Maine. Hike Her Trails.
All four kids love the outdoors and have the healthy addiction to weave it in to their free time. That is why return trips to Davis, Russell Pond becomes a healthy habit, yearly event as many treks as can be fit, juggled in.
Start small with Horse Mountain, roughly 1400′ high. Then work your way up for the climbing ability of your size and age family. Bring the gorp, lots of water to stay hydrated. Sun screen or hat wear to shield the bright, hot sunlight UV ways overhead.
Feel the buzz inside from the outside eye candy. Get a work out from the effort putting one step at a time going higher and higher on a Maine hiking trail! Oh, and bring your camera.
Also looking for new images, local areas of attractive to highlight in our Maine blog.
Hope to get some more Baxter Park images and experiences to share with you on MeInMaine future blog posts. Wonder what the oldest daughter in New York City and youngest in Boston have in their plans today?
They are always connected mentally and in spirit. But bet they wish they were in Maine, along for one of the two adventures now underway by their younger brothers. Get to Maine the way life should be.
Pick A Side, On The Maine USA Border Crossing Looking In To Canada
Maine, Are We Near Canada?
To be on the US Canadian border is neat, special and the question comes up regularly “how close” are we to the country with the great hockey players waving the red maple leaf flag proudly.
This image pretty much sums it up. I listed a Hodgdon Maine farm property yesterday and one photo can spell it out clearly, without a doubt that we are right on the USA Canadian International Boundary.
Maine, are we near the Canadian border?
Half our relatives are from Canada to begin with and it is amazing how often we get asked is it dangerous living that close to the border? I chuckle because Canadians are not the enemy, they are family.
The only temporary friction might be when your kid on ice skates is across the border, way ahead in a hockey game but suddenly gets blown out, loses.
And our pride for our team is bruised, gets a little bent out of shape. Until the next match up on the sheet of ice on this side of the Maine US borde. And the results flip flop, reverse.
Since 911, that US Canadian International Border crossing also represents one major labor contributor to the local job economy too.
It is sad 911 happened, but the good that comes out of tightening up the US border is more employment of US Customs, Immigration, Border Patrol employees. And the goods and services locally that that beefed up US Canadian border represents in local sales that would not be there otherwise.
Come up to see the US Canadian border.
Cross in to Canada, either the Atlantic or Quebec provinces. And see how lucky we are to be at an International border crossing. For cultural exchange. Come see how some of your notions about Canada may need some updating, serious revisions. I an fortunate to live in the border town of Houlton Maine in a state far enough to by rights be in Canada had the lines been drawn just a little differently years ago.
Are we near Canada living in Maine?
Always Close To Canada! Love To Head From Maine To Canada!
Yes we sure are.
Depending on the value of the American dollar, the Canadian looney, it can be a good economic boom to either side of the USA International Border with cross country traffic. Lots of Maine milk dairy products, gas car fill ups and turkey head from the USA in to the Canadian provinces from my home town of Houlton Maine.
Maine Is Simple Living, Always Involves Family, The Outdoors.
When you live in Maine full time, the lack of crime, the abundance of natural four season beauty can lull a person in to forgetting about places on the planet where it is just not this way.
In small town rural Maine towns, you get a satisfying, secure feeling of community too. A connection where all of us are needed. Everyone a vital part of the local fabric. All here to offer something worthwhile.
Like a covered dish church supper contribution. Creating a life of purpose. Involving, including our kids and teaching them by example that it is others that count. In a world of “me me me” when you watch and read beamed in signals that tout just the contrary.
Why is it different and so hard for other places to be like Maine? For starters, the focus is not about money here. True Mainers are content with basics.
Grateful for what we do have in Maine.
Not obsessed or lamenting over what we don’t need. Creating shelter for our families. Home grown food. Energy conservation with often local wood heat the norm. An abundance of love to meet that family’s needs in big supply. It all starts and ends with family. Our activities, fun, discipline, nurturing and end all goal is family.
When you live in the fourth lowest crime state, safety concerns are lessened. That anxiety is wiped off the board. Not like that in an urban area where eight out of ten people live these days. The cost to live here is divided by three and four compared to other places too.
Super Sized, The Living Is Home Made, Tasty. Small Pleasures Are The Biggest Ones.
Cheaper Maine real estate is quickly paid off, debt is not a friend or accepted condition either. Lower population because we are further away, insulated from crowds makes it spacious, roomy. So time not wasted stuck in noisy traffic, fearful of gangs, or fighting for space that cities have far too little off.
Go a third of a mile in any direction from a small Maine town and you are in the country. More wildlife than people. Respect for other people’s feelings, property a given. Probably why our insurance protection costs are cut in half and more in Maine too.
Lower population means the people here have a role in the community day to day. Have to step up, get involved. Each and everyone of us would be missed if absent a day.
Our Maine neighbors, family, co-workers and friends check in on us and we do the same with them.
We worry and care for elderly folks that are shut in, not able to drive and make sure they have what they need. It’s Martha, the widow or great aunt down the road in our thoughts. We call and remind her we are heading to the local store, do you need anything or why not come on along thinking. In expensive city living, Martha, who’s Martha? We all need each other in Maine.
Cats Have It Made Like Their Owners Living In Maine.
Less people means less wear and tear on the surroundings too. Lower mileage Maine means the crystal clean pristine lakes, the rolling woodlots and fertile fields are respected by the few that do live here.
Without sounding selfish, maybe I am glad there are less people in Maine. All boils down to the fact too many people would rock the boat. Mess it up. And I am glad the folks who do live here appreciate what we have with mutual respect.
Everything we have we worked for in Maine, it was not handed to us.
Wake up and start your dream in Maine. There is fierce pride in our home towns, our counties and state and deep appreciation for all we do have. Is that the way you are built, wired too? Be part of Maine, the way life should be.
Pass The Hot Dogs And Vinegar French Fries Will Ya?
I wished my four kids had known the fun of going to the Borderland outdoor drive in movie theatre on a Maine summer evening.
Our closest one to Houlton Maine was the Borderland Drive In. There was the Cummings Theatre, an outdoor drive in in the Woodstock New Brunswick Canada are. One other one pretty handy was in Enfield, Maine. Another in Presque Isle and further north in Maine.
This Borderland outdoor drive in movie Maine theatre on the west side of the North Road, US Rt 1.
Hidden from the road by low trees so you could not see the rows of parked cars. But from the the highway you could not miss the bigger than life actors as you slowed to a crawl and drove by. Western mountain ranges, lots of horses, cattle and cactus. Sometimes a little more exotic. Not so “G” rated or family friendly now playing up on the big outdoor movie screen. Shield your eyes kids. Don’t look Ethel but it was too late. Like in the Ray Steven’s The Streak song.
And during the intermission of a double feature or before the first show started, dancing mouth watering hotdogs, candy, popcorn and happy beverage containers rotated.
Did a jig on the big silver outdoor movie screen. To entice, make you trot to the concession stand that was bathed in yellow light. For those hungry souls with a little spending money in the movie going audience.
That concession stand had two of the heaviest spring loaded outdoor screen doors closers known to mankind.
I bet you a ten dollar bill that door racked up a beefy pull snap with about an 80 pound or higher torque. Better get in quickly or lose a body part, getting grazed or caught by the swift shutting screened door. Everyone learned quickly and don’t think it was OSHA approved. The cooks and wait staff assembling your quick here you go take out food orders. They all wanted the night air flying pest to stay on the other side of that snack shack eatery screened doorways.
Houlton Maine’s Borderland Drive In Theatre Was Fun Place To Watch Summer Outdoor Movies.
The beginning drive in theatre show was preceded by the bright lights on, dancing food marching across the screen.
All designed to make you drool for fifteen minutes. For the call to action and get your butt to the concession stand before the movie reels and the arch lighting behind the film started projection started whirling. The take out food advertising highly effective to sufficiently plant the seed you really need hot dogs, hamburgers, clam baskets STAT. The local Maine potatoes sprinkled with vinegar on your home made fries and onion rings adults and kids. Work on your parents little ones. Those sitting on the wallet, with the pocketbook over their shoulder with money to buy them. If you whine convincingly long and loud enough.
The little brothers and sisters made use of the drive in theatre outdoor swings, slides and turn style rides in slippered pj’s in the night air.
It was a big deal to go to the drive in with your friends, a date. Your family depending on your age and if it was still cool or not. The end of the movie meant Lou Webber reminds you what was coming up for future film attractions. And to make sure you replaced your speaker. The tinny silver one on the end of a wire on to its matching white metal pole “saddle”.
What’s Playing This Week At the Borderland Drive In Theatre In Houlton Maine?
It seems my three older brothers did not always remember and I found quite a collection over the machine shed at the farm I grew up on.
Not exactly high fidelity. And in later years a shift to sound transmitted thru the lower radio band took over. Helped keep the mosquitos out of the car that did the limbo to one by one squeeze in by the hanger of that tinny speaker.
The Borderland Drive In Theatre had church services back in the 1980’s.
Stay in your car, roll in as you are. For worship, song, watching and listening by tuning into a low powered FM radio transmitter broadcasting the presentation this week. Maybe the Borderland will come back into operation. The drive in for future area high school graduations one by one commencement ceremonies happening outdoors in the open air. Your well wishers in their respective cars more than 6 feet apart on the rows and rows of raised mounds.
The high school graduations from Maine high schools during coronovirus sheltering in place and quarantined work arounds. Could bring outdoor drive in theatres back to life with more purpose. Than only nightly flicks thrown up on the summer night screens. Where you see no hand holding, hugging, zero fist bumps.
The graduation ceremony parties both stepping back six feet or more by those presenting and the high school senior student on the receiving end. Rolling down the incline, gravity sliding the rolled up tube or elastic wrapped curled tightly diploma. Here it comes. Launched tube for pick up at the lower exit point. Across a six foot or greater presentation sluice way. Over a squeaky clean prep table herded with a rod or broom handle.
Maybe using the “Grabber” bought on television from Ronco and they really work folks. Or a second one for half the price. Senior citizens reach for them nine to one over other brands as there favorite device the high rotation run of schedule ROS broadcast ad states. For reaching out to retrieve fallen items down so low or ones way too high up for the go go gadget arms secret power extension.
Oh look, at dusk there’s the graduating senior who everyone came to the event to see the ceremony huddled inside the Chrysler mini van or family sedan.
Get your camera ready to catch an image or two of the senior wearing that funny square hat with the gold tassel in the gown smiling ear to ear from the accomplishment. That might be the best work around during the COVID19 pandemic. Might mean putting the silver screen hibernating so so long back up and in better working repair condition. The screen “gone with the wind” from neglect lack of use and weather damage.
My real estate office secretary’s family members all connected and worked together with a little friction at the Borderland drive in outdoor theatre operation.
They started it. Talked to Brian Cole this morning out at his retirement home on Drews Lake in Linneus Maine. Brian worked at the Borderland Drive In with his brothers. He remembers people sneaking in from the B Road during Buck night. Recalls to that some people went to the outdoor movie that never ended up watching it. Not even one scene of the flick flashed up on the bigger than life screen beyond the car hood out front.
Pat Cassidy another work used to go car to car to offer to wash our windshield for free.
Usually got a quarter or more tip from those that did come to the sci-fi creature or whatever double feature. Maybe it was a big sky spaghetti Big Sky Western pair of movies or back to back James Bond shows. People who did want to watch and munch on pop corn. To eat homemade french fries with ketchup and vinegar that still has the potato peelings on them. Washing it all down with Bubble Up, their favorite flavor of local bottler Fitz’s Beverage or an adult barley pop drink.
Remember the concession stand with yellow light bulbs and wicked strong high tension door springs to keep the mosquitoes as big as robins at bay?
Double Feature Movies Show On The Big Outdoor Drive In Screen. It’s Summer Movie Time.
That little crack where the tinny sounding speaker with the long wire hung after rolling the glass almost to the top. Leaving a gap where the buzzing varmits looking for your fresh blood could squeeze into your car or pick up truck or van space.
Or you could use the coil you lit up with a match and placed on the dashboard.
The one that smelled like something sprayed over Vietnam jungles for a defoiliant or an insense stick. Something from the head shop named the “Zodiac” on Broadway in Houlton Maine owned and operated by the Moran family. You know the one next to the S&H green stamp store, Beals family restaurant near the Aroostook County jail. The green stamp store where you got your sporting goods, camping supplies. My aunt Charlene Been worked there I remember.
As a little Maine kid wanting a tennis racket or baseball glove.
To play sets back and forth up and over the net at the rec center. Or to field stitched little league leather wrapped balls at short stop or out in center field or whatever diamond location.
It took 2.25 books of green stamps to score one when money growing up on a Maine farm during a poor bleak potato year meant those sticky back currency was the only hope.
Dead River Oil Company, local grocery stores like Don’s Brewer, Sampson’s, Wilson’s Market on South Street or the C&G IGA Foodliner.
Everyone gave out the green stamps that spit out of a machine you dialed like a rotary phone. The more you spent, the greater the connected coil of green stamps showed up to fold into the grocery bill receipt and hand back with a smile and courtesy thank you very much. Everyone in my small Maine town gave out green and gold plaid stamps too as a bonus perk for your shopping patronage.
Nola a little gruff all the time on the Borderland grill flipping burgers, adding cheese slices and pushing the hot dogs around the sizzling greased surface.
Deep fried clam baskets Ruth Peabody created lots. Teamed the take out fried food fryolator hot grease corner of the busy drive in theatre concession kitchen. While the two sniped back and forth about “Get Out Of My Work Space” you old bat snipes and verbal jabs. Ralph downstairs eating candy bars after the show. As any diabetic in this blog post audience knows that’s a big no no. That you should not be munching on sweets. Later, Ralph getting a kidney transplant and struggling with a royally messed up sense of balance vertigo for the rest of his difficult adult life.
Lewis Webber, Ralph’s his dad in the projection booth always on the PA looking for his son. Harold Peabody, Lou’s brother in law handing out the upcoming movie flyer hand bills.
As vehicles with Maine and Canadian plates lined up and rolled through the Borderland Drive In ticket booth check point. To lower the glass in the passenger side door. To fork over the cash for the number of movie goers in the car unless it it was buck night. All happening around dusk, rain or shine as one by one vehicles rumbled in and drove slowly to their favorite location.
Two Movie Theatres, No Facebook, No Twitter. Houlton Maine’s Vibrant Down Town. Movies A Big Deal, Indoors Or Outdoors Later On Til The Mid 80’s.
Opens in 1949, closed for good in 1985 the end of an outdoor movie going drive in theatre era.
And 450 outdoor theatre car outdoor movie going car spaces went unused after that as the grass grew tall and unmowed. Thee buildings, big screen too all decayed slowly in hibernation. After movies, the employees all walked back and forth to comb the premises around all those raised mounds. The ones kepts mowed and tidy. Where you parked your vehicle just so to gain the best hump rock back and forth angle. To finally throw it into park or leave it in gear shutting off the engine.
Sit back, push the seat away from the steering wheel of if a T-bird push it out of the way. Away from your pot belly. To settle in for the night time movie show. The one now playing in your small Maine home town as you looked up at the big screen in front of all the vehicles in a row.
Dad would bring us back boxes of popcorn with a happy clown on the front. Some bottles or cans of soda too. But we always suspected, my three olders brothers and I hunkered down in the back seat of the family sedan wondered. That Dad appeared to have trace amounts of mustard on his cheek. I bet he was gone so long not because he got talking or ran into someone he knew. But sampling a few hurried eaten hot dogs of his own un-beknowst to the rest of the family, Mom included.
The debris and garbage after that show from overflowing way way too small garbage cans. It found its way to 55 gallon rusted refuse barrels behind the snack shack and torched.
Back when outdoor open burning was okay and the norm for garbage before recycling centers popped up to service many towns trash loads. The candy wrappers, empty beer cans, cardboard carry out food trays and napkins all rounded up to get ready for the next outdoor movie show. Families, teenagers with fresh driving licenses and Cupid’s arrow at work. Movie lovers of all ages flocked to the outdoor drive in theatre location around Maine and New Brunswick Canada my neighbor just a few miles distant. The outdoor big screen pretty special for a and outdoor presentation long before LED screens went all out for little money and indoor home theatre set ups for the movie consumption.
It was dangerous driving south on US RT 1 and looking out of the corner of your eye at the X-rated movies flashing on the Borderland Drive In screen.
The drive in party animals just a little too tee hee social were off to the left, the leave me alone crowd on the right. Everyone with families down the middle all enjoying the movie in different ways and parking locations. Kids in their pajamas with the sewn in foot protection with vinyl bottoms. So you can trot to the swings and play on the ground slides. Or spin the circular get dizzy motion ride. Or hop the teeter totter hoping for no silvers before parent hollered come back to the car. Or your big brother or sister was sent to retrieve you. While giant dancing food and candy of all types kept waltzing in mouth watering formation across the screen with flood lights on the corners. Your hunger increasing to the point of borderline border land starvation. The lighted path to you know where and reminder hurry.
You just have barely enough time as the minutes counted off lighting up the drive in theatre bright as the sun with high powered spot lights.
Before pitch black total eclipse happened and everything went darker than the inside of a cow. And then pipe down hollered to rabble rousers. As SHHHhhhh, settle in, watch the show. Or get reported and asked to start up your car and leave slowly without hitting anyone loaded up with take out food trying to find where the heck they parked. No texting your partner for help. No GPS on your cell phone during the 40’s through 80’s decade in history. It’s show time on a hot summer evening in small town rural Maine and you feel lucky.
Herman Moran, self appointed deputy sheriff want to be would be directing traffic with a moving flash light to make sure US Rt 1 was not a log jam.
Herman wielded the biggest known to man multi battery police version flashlight to shine the way to exit out onto the North Road, US RT 1 that was fast moving. Many drive in theatre patrons a little sleepy after being cooped up in the car or so long. Herman took the job serious and I don’t he was of German lineage. His heroics service night after night so everyone could get home for the night without fanfare, a big production or any delay. His civil defense training and road hazard yellow lights, all the highway motoring gear made the event seem more professional to a high school kid. Buck night and five dollar car load night meant a few extras brought in to stretch our allowances for the week too. Still a few Maine drive in outdoor movie theatres.
Maine Youth Learn How To Work Early, Like To Work And Be Industrious.
In the Matrix, Neal is asked why, why Mr. Anderson do you do it…maybe referring to blogging on Maine, visiting Vacationland.
Why indeed. Because I chose to, am a personal fan of the state of Maine. It encourages anyone that is excited about their visits, their live in Maine to share their experiences here with a comment or two.
Maine is such a large state and the word conjures so many images in one’s head.
Rocky coast lines, protected ocean harbors, islands, fertile rolling fields of potatoes, blueberry barrens. The Maine state parks expose us to the serenity, unspoiled four season beauty, the crystal clean rivers, streams that empty in to our many 6000 lakes. But the people although fewer in number are hardy, family based, hard working, industrious.
Maine is blessed with natural resources unlike many states.
And our quality schools, frugal get your money’s worth spending philosophy serves us well in any economy. The people who live here are more resourceful. The skills each possess is wide and varied. Hands on, DIY and if it is to be it is up to me attitude. Less people means the ones here are tighter, closer. They have to work together because no on to take our place standing behind you!
Looking for a great place to raise a family, to retirement and volunteer? Think Maine.
Pick Maine. Come visit for starters if new to these parts. Follow our Me In Maine blog to learn more about what’s it like in “Vacationland”?
Once it gets in your system, it goes deeper, hits places inside you that come alive. Many argue they felt like they woke up from a coma and it was like twenty years long, but now are alive in Maine. The way life should be.
This Maine blog tries to hit the highlights, cover a wide range of Maine subjects, topics.
To cover the real Maine that won’t allow itself to be summed up on a brochure panel, magazine insert. The real lifestyle of Maine you pick up on by spending some time in the Pine Tree state. The one with all this coast line, sixteen counties and more wildlife than people.
Experience the flavor Maine. No matter what season, Maine awaits, stands vigil while you are here within the state borders, or outside longing to return. Get more than you expected in Maine. Maine, start your dream. Wake up in Maine.
