With all the events in Rangeley for their July 4th celebration: the children’s parade, duck race, arts and crafts show, chicken barbecue, and fireworks in the town park. I can’t wait!
Gerrie Moore
Stamford, Connecticut
Relaxing with a book while watching the lobsterboats from our summer rental and eating fresh blueberries.
Karen Nast Pauer
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After an 11-hour drive to North Bridgton, I get out of the car, walk over to our small deck over Long Lake, sigh, look out, and say, “I’m home.”
Barbara Hick Questa
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We always aim for a beach day on Memorial Day weekend. Some years, we are sunning and swimming with temperatures in the 80s. Others (like last year), we are bundled up on Adirondack chairs watching snowflakes fall. But Memorial Day means summer, and summer means Ogunquit Beach!
Katie Collins
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Nothing beats kicking off summer at Goose Rocks Beach during the Fourth of July holiday. Our family runs the 5K in the morning and watches the parade shortly after. Nothing says summer quite like a weekend of sun, sand, and celebration!
Cindy Maule
Weston, Connecticut
It doesn’t feel like summer until I’ve had my first swim in the lake followed by s’mores by the campfire.
Ed Tucker
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Summer in Maine is a highly anticipated event in our household. At the beginning of June, we count the days until we can jump in the car and head out. We travel cross-country for days. Finally we cross the bridge from New Hampshire and cheer the “Welcome to Maine” sign. It means that, in just a few more hours, we can visit relatives we haven’t seen since our last trip. Then it’s on to our destination: Swan Lake. As we travel down the road, we catch glimpses of the sparkling water. We carry our gear into the camp and start a summer of fun. Fishing, swimming, kayaking, watching for eagles, listening for loons — the list goes on.
Cynthia Lehto
Riverside, California
With an eight-hour drive from New Jersey to Boothbay Harbor. It’s worth every minute once I get there!
Salvatore DeCarlo
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The ice is finally out on the lake. We launch the boat, pull the dock into its summer position, open the camp, remove winter’s dust, hang up the hummingbird feeders, and breathe a sigh of relief. We are home!
Joan McGill
Carthage, Maine