Since I was a tiny child with hugely-oversized-dreams, I’ve been enchanted with sea-salty air, rugged coastlines, rusty fishing boats, and lighthouses, which, to me as a little girl living in the middle of cornfields in Indiana, seemed as mythical as the goddesses of my favorite legends.


Dinghys in Winter Harbor, Maine


“Nubble Light” – Cape Neddick Lighthouse in York, Maine

Because of this, Maine — while it may seem like just another New England state to some — always seemed equally mythical and larger-than-life in my imagination.

And it was always a huge someday.

So when that someday became a today, it was one of the most exciting moments of my time on the road thus far.

My first stop in Maine was the Nubble Light, and I sat atop the jagged cliffs in spitting rain, feeling the salt crust over my skin, and watched the fog tease its way in and out of the nooks and crannies of the coastline, mesmerized.

From there, I traced my way up that coastline to Kennebunkport, which with a population of ~3500 was the largest of the little seaside Maine towns I would fall in love with over the next several days.

I absolutely loved every mile of Maine that my Gypsy-feet covered, but there was one particular area that I’ve decided will, at some point in my future, be home… at least for awhile.

After two days on Mt. Desert Island, I began to wonder how I would ever be able to leave. Home to Acadia National Park as well as a whimsical collection of tiny fishing villages, with a plethora of tiny outer islands studding the sparkling ocean surrounding it, it is a wonderland where time seems to cease to exist.


Sunset at Southwest Harbor on Mt. Desert Island


Jordan Pond in Acadia National Park


Acadia National Park

There were moments when I was winding my way along curvy, fragrant mountain roads when I would think – just for a split second – that I was back on Maui again… not in the way it looks, since obviously the landscape is quite different from that of a tropical island, but there’s just something in the way that it feels.

I made a last-minute decision to drive away from the coast toard my next destination when I was an hour away at another section of Acadia on the Schoodic Peninsula, knowing that if I returned to Mt. Desert Island it might take someone literally dragging me away to get me back off, but I left a sizeable chunk of my heart there… which means that, naturally, I’ll have to return for it someday 🙂