As a child, I never truly appreciated most of the beauty surrounding me in my home state of Maine. When my parents said, 'We're taking a Sunday drive to Camden" I recall "reminding" them that we'd already been there and " there's nothing to see."
After growing up and moving away, I realized my comments were untrue. As a child I never truly looked.
Forty years have passed since those Sunday drives. there is so much to take in that it borders on 'sensory overload." . My love and appreciation for "The Jewel of the Coast" can now only be described as reverence. There is so much to see,feel, hear, and inhale. Whether it's an Autumn "leaf peeping" visit to Mother Nature's ornately decorated Camden State Park, a summer schooner ride in
After growing up and moving away, I realized my comments were untrue. As a child I never truly looked.
Forty years have passed since those Sunday drives. there is so much to take in that it borders on 'sensory overload." . My love and appreciation for "The Jewel of the Coast" can now only be described as reverence. There is so much to see,feel, hear, and inhale. Whether it's an Autumn "leaf peeping" visit to Mother Nature's ornately decorated Camden State Park, a summer schooner ride in