We're in Searsport, Maine, visiting friends. Yesterday we flew in an Alaska Airlines 737 from Seattle to Boston, and in a Cape Air 9-passenger Cessna from Boston to Rockland, Maine. Friends Beth and Brian picked us up. Last night we slept under a comfortable in a little Amish-built house on their property. Tomorrow evening we board the schooner Heritage in Rockland for our six-day sail.
This morning we had breakfast in a local cafe. We were welcomed by a dozen locals introduced to us by Brian. Best Belgian waffles I've ever eaten, two cups of wonderful French vanilla coffee, several cribbage games going on. I found out that every person in the cafe comes from somewhere else. All the long-time Maine residents eat in the cafe across the street!
For some reason, every time we come to Maine - half a dozen times in the last ten years - it calls my name. I'm chatting with people on this visit. I think I'd like to live here for a year - trade houses with another family who'd like to experience the Pacific Northwest. Now that I'm not working, that's a possibility.