Down East 2013 ©
Where is your favorite spot to view the fall foliage and what makes it so special?
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Q: What is your favorite Maine summer memory?
Getting caught on Fox Island when the tide came in at Popham Beach. I was visiting so had no idea about the tides being so high. Had to wade through the water in some places but can still laugh about it forty years later.
When I was very little, driving up to Boothbay Harbor and seeing the Wiscasset “Pirate Ships” [the schooners Hesper and Luther Little] at low tide. I know they are gone now, but for a four-year-old, those ships served as a play place in my imagination for many years.
Exploring the quarry island across from the Craignair Inn, in Spruce Head, in the fog. Back home it was 107 degrees, so I was wearing every shirt, sweater, and jacket I’d brought with me, and I was still freezing. As I explored a tidal pool, the fog thinned and the sun peeked through. I looked up and, across the water, I saw people suddenly gush forth from the inn — a bride in her startlingly white gown, the groom, the rest of the wedding party — into the lovely garden below the inn. The groom scooped the bride up in his arms to spare her lovely dress from the dewy grass, then they gathered among the flowers for the ceremony.
Most of my favorite memories are when I was a child . . . the warm lazy days, picnics under a big tree, setting up the tent in the back yard so we could camp, being called in for dinner and eating as fast as we could so we could play outside for a while longer, the slam of old wooden screen doors, and, of course, going to Sebago Lake or Bear Pond to cool off. I could not have asked for a better place to grow up . . . and now to grow old. (Not that I am old yet.)
I instantly thought of my childhood in Topsham, lying in a field, smelling the small, super-sweet wild strawberries all around me.
Judith Nurse Sargent
Fishing with my mom, dad, and brother for flounders in our boat out of Frisbee’s in Kittery Point.
Lisa Bedell Cheever
We had just moved to Kingfield from Benton only a few days before the Fourth of July. We attended the Fourth of July celebration and fireworks display outside of the Carrabassett Valley fire department. Being only four years old, I thought that the entire celebration was in honor of my family moving to Kingfield. I know now that was not the case, but I do remember everyone we talked to agreeing and saying congratulations to me and my family (once they realized what I thought that party was for). Ever since, I have loved fireworks, and I still think that the Carrabassett Valley display is the best in Maine.
Siobhan C. Smith
The first time we ever saw Moosehead Lake, coming to the top of Indian Hill and seeing the lake laid out before us, was a sight I will never forget! We rented a speedboat, ran out of gas on the lake, and had to be towed in by this wonderful couple who owned a cabin right on the lake. We ended up renting from them for many years after! I can hear the loons now! That was twenty years ago, and we have been back every year since!
Going to my grandmother’s camp on Toddy Pond in Surry, swimming with my cousins, and Harbor Bars in Bar Harbor.
Jennifer Lenor Stone
Growing up in Houlton, we would, as often as possible, stay with our grandparents who lived for a few idyllic summers on Nickerson Lake. We would spend all day in the water, jumping off the wharf, braving the swim out to the float, or catching perch from sticks with string and safety pin “hooks” loaded with fat, juicy worms (we always tossed the fish back). Then playing board games all day on the porch when the weather was wetter than the water. Splash all day and sleep like babies all night, with the sound of the water lapping the shore just beyond the front porch. It was heaven!
Kim McBreairty Dunn
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Location: Acadia National Park (photo in the upper right)
The Moment: My wife and I spend time in Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park every year. I love photography, so I am up and out of bed by 3 a.m. every morning in order to catch the perfect sunrise from the top of a mountain in Acadia. On this particular day, I walked to the top of Gorham Mountain arriving around 4:30 a.m. I shot this photo just after the sun came up around 5 a.m. You can see the trees starting to light up as the sun cracks over the ocean, spilling light onto the mountaintop and over Otter Cliffs below.
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