Where do you go to celebrate the Fourth of July?
Since 1983, I go every July 4th, like a moth to a flame, to a small rustic cabin in the woods in New Vineyard. My husband (then my boyfriend) took me there thirty years ago to share his growing up “sanctuary.” His mother bought this piece of paradise, with panoramic views of the mountains, in the 1960s. To my amazement and awe, the fireworks that I saw that night in 1983, and each July 4th after that, were necklaces of hundreds of fireflies strung across every tree and field in sight. No words can describe the silence of a serene summer night with miniature blinking lights wafting up to the stars.
Either across the street at the public beach on Rock Haven Lake, on our horse farm in West Newfield, or on top of Knox Mountain in our backyard where we can see 360 degrees of fireworks from the many lakes around us.
West Newfield, Maine
Every year I visit friends in Vinalhaven. I bring a whole lot of big fireworks and shoot them off at Geno’s place (Geno is a resident lobsterman).
Heritage Days in Bath, Maine’s Cool Little City. It has the biggest parade in Maine, a boat parade, and fireworks over the Kennebec — total Americana!
There’s only one place for me — the Round Pond parade. I love it when the couple that got married in the middle of the parade celebrates their anniversary.
We go out on our deck and watch the fireworks shoot off from the beach parking lot.
Eastport! There is no better July 4th celebration. Old-fashioned parade, great food, and fun with our Canadian friends.
Cooperstown, New York
We gather with friends at a favorite restaurant (King Eider’s Pub) for a lobster feed and then walk over to watch the fireworks in Damariscotta! A tradition for more than ten years!
South Portland Historical Society’s Fourth of July celebration with “Ben Franklin” reading the Declaration of Independence and some yummy food.
South Portland, Maine
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Location: Eastern Promenade, Portland
The Moment: I was on an early morning summer solstice walk with Jennifer Morrison, a yoga instructor at Studio 72, and some of her students. As we crested the top of the Eastern Promenade, we were greeted by the sun peeking out over the bay. Making our way down to the boat launch, we sat in awe of this incredible view unfolding before us, the silence of the morning pierced only by the scattered calls of seagulls.