Along the Penobscot River several stages will offer performances from World class performers. The food vendors that go hand in hand with the tunes adds to the experience. Along with the open air, walking, talking, bumping into old friends. That all pencil in the weekend, to sample parts or the entire American Folk Festival slate of performances in Bangor Maine. Music, Folk Music In The All American Festival Held In Bangor Maine Yearly.
The festival is worked on year round. Planning for the next one already underway. And like the music depth, talent, the list of food vendors, arts and crafts suppliers grows, improves yearly too!
Unlike a big city such as Atlanta, LA, Chicago, Boston, etc Bangor Maine is easy to zip up Interstate 95 drive to or fly into BGR, PWM, without the big sprawling city hassles. Of all that traffic, intrastructure that can make the ordeal tedious. Takes some of the polish off the supposed to be fun, memorable experience. With the tarnish of pushing, shoving, delay hassles in getting from your point A to this point B.
Maine people are friendly, courteous and this American Folk Festival would not be possible without a slew of hardworking, dedicated souls pulling together.
Interesting Tents, Exhibits Beyond Folk Music At The Bangor Maine Festival. Lots of dependable volunteers signing up. Working round the clock to make it come off smoothly every year. Thanks to the many festival corporate sponsors too. Underwriting the musical, food, fun weekend in Bangor Maine. Be part of the sweet sounds heard all over the Twin Cities of Bangor, Brewer Maine in Penobscot County.
Sample the musical artists and be in the crowd swaying, unwinding.
Feeling the beat, the sweet tunes in ourdoor concert style performances.
The American Folk Festival, you going? See you in Bangor Maine whether it is your first or you’ve got the T-shirt from all of the musical events.
Precious, uncommon, experiences that you are involved in, participate.
Not pay for and attend, watch. Maine provides the understated natural beauty with wide open spaces, plenty of fresh air, clean water. And less people. More wildlife. They say hunger improves the taste. And life is all about the take away, the quality right?
Where you are, the location times three is important beyond just selecting the best real estate property listing for you.
When your surroundings are kept beautiful, uncrowded then the need to seek thrills, distractions, self medicate to compensate for lacking elbow room disappears. Recharge, Unplugged In Uncrowded Maine.
When you work to create the event, life ritual and not just stay on the fringe as a voyeur, the depth of the experience accelerates. Expands like buck shot. An umbrella opening up.
Hitting deeper, more completely, cleanly. Because it is real, raw, unfiltered. Not spun, not mass produced. But personal, hand built, home made.
Kept simple. So one note can carry the tune. Stand out and not get lost in the noise. To be seen, witnessed, enjoyed and appreciated. Maine, understated.
Humble, sometimes not able to use words to do her justice in the answer. To what’s it like in Maine. Whoa, how long do I have to even try to begin to cover that answer?
Maine people are not simple, their lifestyle is by choice.
Less layers of man made, expensive store bought means you have room inside to expand. To allow learning, discovery, ongoing self exploration to take place. For growth, maturity and richness in your life.
Like food planted, cultivated, picked locally. Prepared with loved ones all having a part in the feast. Spread over the family table, all causes the taste to improve. Simple, Stunning, Real, All Natural. Maine. Because nothing artificial happens. No clutter or agendas to impress. No vending machines, lip service of pleasantries. Just sustenance with in season food, and maybe trips to the root cellar, food pantry other times of the year in Maine. To nourish and satisfy completely. From the bounty of your own sweat, dedication, love for the lay of the land.
The option of having a meal to dine on, removes the notice of the hunger mental memo down below. Flashing in neon that comes alive after working outdoors in Maine.
Doing more to be self sufficient. To take up the slack in the shift from working three mental sapping city jobs to make money to hire services performed. To it’s up to you Bub. And don’t be afraid to reach out, ask for a little helping hand. Maine Living, All Natural. Rock Solid Simple. From others in the same boat.
You learn to need, lean and trust someone besides yourself. In your daily living where the hunger, hard work outdoors improves the taste. Maine, hungry yet? Set your plate on a country table and watch grateful inside build, grow, blossom.
Maine, it’s not like this many other places.
Maine, an English word for satisfying, contentment, joy, peace. All rolled up into one.
Come fill your lungs with fresh air. Sample the eye candy. Taste, play, relax on and in the clean water. Feel the four seasons turning like pages in a very good book. That you can never put down, stop reading. That book that starts with an innocent visit to see what is up here. Then never ends when you land in Maine. Spending a life time in Vacationland.
Space in Maine is measured in acreage not feet, inches.
And unlike many crowded areas where it is zero property lot lines, and it’s why bother putting in side windows. Due to the up close and way way too personal house in your face in all directions.Maine, Homes Hide Well, Harder To Spot, Find Easily.
And good luck if you have company when you live outside Maine, in a sprawling cityscape.
Only room in the driveway for one car and then oh oh. Park on the street has to happen. Hope it does not snow overnight. Or your heavily insured rig gets stolen.
Or left on cinder blocks, the tires and much of the vehicle stripped NASCAR quickly to the bone. For precious parts to slip into the chop shop merchandising jet stream. “Five Finger Discount Auto Center, How Can We Help You Today?”
Maine’s terrain, the turf and distance away from population centers removes all that.
We drive older cars, SUV’s with multi color fenders, working pick ups with dings, dents. Maybe some humorous bumper stickers making a statement. On A Mission, Mainers Are Busy Bees But Enjoy More Space, Less People In The Natural Beauty. Affectionately know around the families, our circle of friends with ladies names.
Like painted on lobster, fishing, sailing boats in a Maine harbor. The keys left in the ignition. Unlocked like the homes, out buildings next to them.
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Because less people means more space for the folks lucky enough to vacation here.
Or better yet to put down deep roots. To live here in Maine with families. Working in the neat vibrant communities. Pitching in to add your two cents direction. Sweat off the brow to all the home grown local festivities, the associated service, school, church groups activities.
Respect for other people’s property goes hand in hand with the more relaxed, laid back approach to simple Maine living. But the space is what makes everyone chill. Avoid uptight, antsy. Say whew, you made it to Maine. When you know the feeling as you cross the big green bridge. And the blue, reflectorized sign says you made it cowboy.
Don’t get your knickers in a knot.
Life is harder, money is more precious. Better impulse control with the spending happens. More bartering too in the daily exchanges. But the connection, we all need the others on the small Maine town home team. And all know it. Helps overlook the annoying habits we all have and labor to polish. To improve, be a work in progress. To shine, contribute, pitch in and take our turn. Do more than our share.
More rewarding, deeper appreciation happens over time. Because we are more equipped, self sufficient in so many ways. By necessity and then by choice in the lifestyle. Space helps boost the signal on hear yourself think. The long as your arm list of what we don’t have (traffic, crime, high cost of living) adds much to experience. Of all this Maine drop dead gorgeous, unfiltered natural beauty.
Ever notice the most interesting people you meet have not all had easy, charmed lives?
They take adversity, set backs, cruel blows dealt them one by one. Maine, Rock Solid, Simple, Lasting. Convert the negative into something positive. Blessed with a good supply of deep down inner grit and determination. Are not quitters. No matter how rocky, steep that it gets. And often do above and beyond because of the other loved ones counting on them in life. Mainers are grateful with what they have that is more than enough.
But after a lifetime of struggles, ups and downs, twists and curves, the natural gravitation as you get older is to seek places where the setting allows more peace.
Less turmoil. And like I hear all too often in my day job, folks seeking to live in Maine part or full time, come to the same conclusion. Much of their hardships are from other people sticking their beak where it does not belong. Or just sheer numbers of too many crowds of folks swarming, smothering them. Pushing in and robbing precious limited time on Earth that all of us are provided. No space for too long is just like no air, water, food, love. Takes it toll.
Tired? Then consider so simple, real Maine, all natural.
The setting, location times three is everything right? In understated beauty, the unspoiled surroundings. The unspoken respect for where we are lucky to live in Maine, the natives get it. We chose to remove layers of what distracts. No needed. Fashion our day to day with tasks of what is most lasting, rewarding. Rough Seas Outside Maine, Come Ashore, Land Your Vessel. Not tied to heavy debt or chasing the dollar. Home made permanent. Not store bought temporary or throw away.
Self inflicted, a choice to remove all that glitters, for the blue and green that sparkles brightest in Maine. Frugal is not cheap in the striving to live in gentile poverty. Having more than you need, plenty to achieve a worthwhile life for you and loved ones. That’s contentment.
Less focus on yourself but a shift to the way it used to be most places.
Consideration for others, especially less fortunate. Reaching out to help folks in need. Not rewarding laziness of able body folks that are content to live off the system. But helping those too proud to ask for assistance. That were taught to expect more from themselves, to stand on their own two feet. To feel pretty self sufficient, the reward of doing it yourself independence joy. Maine, She’s Rugged, Real, Challenges A Person. Helps You Define What Is Important.
How you chose to look at events, situations, people around you is why Maine offers a simpler, easier approach. The key ingredients for healthier, happier living. Because what is of value is not plugged in, not plastic, not used for causing envy.
When you live in Maine, or make being here a big part of your life, you seek out those private, quiet places, spaces to recharge when unplugged.
Letting go and getting the answers needed. That just don’t get addressed when a person is forced, or chooses to live where it is too crowded. Expensive, not safe and very noisy. Can not hear yourself think. Get to Maine.
Her diamonds are yours for free.
As you gaze out over the water on a sunshine reflection in the gentle hypnotizing movement, sway of the waves.
Her treasure is the heating, cooking with wood you cut yourself. Being grateful for the little things. Because you removed one by one all the expensive ones that rob your life. Make your worry, run scared but that you thought you had to have. That everyone else is after so you blindly follow the herd.
Break away, head north to the outdoors of Maine. Where no one is a stranger for long if you smile, wave, make an effort to reach out, connect.
Strangers, folks that are elevator contained quiet, not making eye contact.
Keeping pretty much to themselves in the small area surrounding them. When you live in Maine, the wide open space changes all that. You don’t worry about anyone approaching from the side at a fast pace. Your survival defense systems don’t kick into high gear. Fresh, Maine Morning Flowers After Overnight Shower Starts A New Day In Vacationland.
Unless you are traveling in Maine, and four long, spindly legs are spotted in the high beams. Maine moose at 1 o’clock. A very large Maine moose.
Those majestic beasts of the Maine woods make very large vehicle hood ornaments.
Hitting a black bear at a healthy clip is like meeting a bag of cement. Spinning Boo Boo around and gyro twisting him into your car back door. Causing a call to your local body shop. To employ the dent puller, frame machine for realignment to factory vehicle specs.
But back to not a lot of strangers in Maine. I stopped into a country corner convenience store Sunday night. And noticed New York plates on the car closest to the glass door next to the check out as I trotted in. After an Uncle Henry’s, little snack and standing in the check out line. Said hello, smiled at the father and son ahead of me. It startled the pair.
The silent communication trumpeted in the look harpooned back saying “who are you, we don’t know you” part of the defense system.
Second nature to someone living in a very crowded, not so safe, can’t ever be too sure city setting. It made me think how friendly folks in Maine are. Unless you start on a chant of “back in Jersey” blah blah blah. Then the locals retreat a tad because of the ding to the area we are so glad to live, work, play in day and night.Maine. We Stick Together, Like Momma Duck, The Kids In Tow. Where we feel very fortunate to raise our families, run our small businesses, explore and tramp the great outdoors all four seasons.
When less people live in an area, those folks are more aware of each other.
Not so afraid to communicate and we don’t shut down. Get all reserved and self protective. Because Mainers are used to helping each other out. Whether it’s the guy down the street with the plow that blows open the end of your plugged with snow driveway.Looking Like Bank Robbers, But Layered For Maine Down Hill Skiing.
Or when your vehicle hood is up and you need a battery jump start. No shortage of folks that rally, are up for the challenge. To do what they can to get you back on the road. To where you need to be, were headed before a flat as a pancake battery charge happened.
Maybe the advice don’t talk to strangers as Kevin points out to the cashier in the movie while holding down the fort alone.
Picking up a few essential grocery items. Giving TV dinners a whirl. Grabbing a small jug of laundry detergent.
We need, help, work together in Maine. Have to because less people means more aware of the local population. Working events, traveling in the same smaller circles. And all holding inside a fierce love, pride of where we are lucky to live. The place with the space called Maine. Dagnabbit. Don’t stay away so long. Come sample ME.
New to Maine, you made the leap and moved lock, stock and barrel to Vacationland.
Good for you, welcome aboard. Now what. Well, the down to Earth, family orient hard working folks of Maine will give you the shirt of their back. Be there to help to a point. And once you cross that point, retreat happens. Not a mean streak raising its ugly head. But just not wanting to bother with someone that takes more than they give back to keep it even Stevie. Tit for tat, for that. New To Maine, Get Involved In Local Community Events. Pace Yourself.
But advice for the first year living in Maine.
Don’t get in the habit of every other sentence it’s “Back in Jersey”. And proceed to go on about how things roll there In NJ, wherever the two initial state abbreviation push pins says you formally hailed from on the green and blue marble. What you were used to, liked about that other home sweet home outside Maine. Mention those highlights once in awhile, not a steady drizzle of on and on in the one upmanship.
But moved away for some reason from to hang your hat on a nail behind your new home kitchen door in Maine. You are not in New Jersey. You let go of the 1000 people per square mile there in those parts. Changed it up with 44 in southern, 11 souls per square mile in northern Maine.
Whole ‘nother world this place you speak about called “Jersey”. We like to talk about Maine, hear good things about what you like here. And why you left Jersey, moved to the Pine Tree State. Or not even that, just don’t complain, whine, make a fuss. We are all pretty high about Maine’s outdoor, lower populated, tight small town connection. Don’t need reminders about how lucky we have it. We know, are grateful. Inside job that radiates without words. Written all over our faces.
But the dull, jagged edge verbal knife sawing back and forth in conversation about another thing you don’t like about Maine but back in Jersey they blah blah blah.
Can prompt someone, with all due respect, to suggest why not move back to Jersey? Or ask again why was it you landed in Maine again? What brought you here, was the attraction? How to handle that first year moving to Maine, being the new kid on the block. Maine, Our Kids Are The Treasure, Jewels.
Consider the entire ball of wax, the whole nine yards. Overall what was the kick in the pants that caused the move to Maine? Low property prices, so no mortgage or not one hanging around your neck for long. Acreage not inches surround the sticks and bricks. That if you are lucky, living right is parked smack dab on a lake, pond, river, the ocean front.
4th lowest crime state, cost of insurance cut by two thirds, friendly people that make eye contact. Are polite, let you go in traffic, hold doors open for you.
Say hello.
Maine. The clean water, fresh air and S-P-A-C-E. The four season outdoor fun Maine is. Scores second to none in that department hands down. And it just builds from there. Watch, listen to Maine FAQ video of questions we field every day. On The Water, Glad To Be In Maine, Vacationland Full Time.
Hold onto that thought, feeling, carrot that guided the squeaky wheel pony cart.
Kicking your kidneys from the back seat as boredom settles in. Does the twist of a knife teasing.
Caused from being folded in two, doubled over.
Trapped like a large, over sized package in a small, no darn right tiny car cocoon.
Its black magic tainting, infecting the atmosphere of a very long vehicle ride. That takes it’s toll. When it’s hot, everyone is cranky tired, bone weary. Tired of vending food, what was packed for sandwiches three days ago squished, squashed in the Igloo cooler. The AC is on the fritz, on strike again wouldn’t you know it. Wouldn’t that cramp your grandmother as my Mom would say. Humidity air level percentages blast off, skyrocket. Whew. Can we go any faster to just get there? Oh yeah, 75 miles per hour helps cover the ground nimbly. Without the blue lights to ease the pedal to the metal reflex.
Cross the Green bridge and leave all your did not like about Jersey behind. Or whatever state, and replace that red air expelled on your Yoga mat with taking in the all blue and green air of peace. All that quiet.
