Sunday, June 7, 2009
Ah! summer in Maine! As someone once said about something 'short, but oh, so sweet'. I was thinking of the summer ahead last week, as I contemplated this serene scene at Peaks. Now, I've always been an 'ocean guy', not a 'lake guy'. I guess you could say I've never understood the allure of lake-life. As a child I often went to places like Forest Lake, Crescent Lake, Long Lake and Tripp Pond with boyhood chums' families for the day. Had fun, but because I was with my friends, not because of the setting. Why? Maybe, it is because the water seldom moves on lakes, just lies flat like a sink filled to the brim with water and who knows what. The ocean on the other hand is constantly in flux, always moving, always changing. Besides, those, sometimes daily, trips in the crowded station wagon to Willard and Crescent Beaches and Mom's sand-tinged egg salad sandwiches made memories that keep pulling me back. Not just on summer days either-- walking at Pine Point on a moonless night with nothing but the gothic roll of white surf in the distance, now that's a pull! Ocean life? Lake life? I guess I'll just say: 'to each his own'. But I know where my heart lies!