Jim Shaw
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THE MAINE ROAD BACK
Text and Photos by Jim Shaw (MOA 61722)
IÔÇÖve been up there a dozen times, but each time I like it better. Thus, the overriding notion was to ÔÇÿjust do itÔÇÖ. ÔÇÿItÔÇÖ is Vermont and the coast of Maine.
Maybe I was twelve the first time I saw the Atlantic coast with my folks in the family sedan. That would have been about nineteen-fifty [something]. Funds were thin, so we drove a lot, stayed in pretty cheap motels, and had maybe two nice seafood dinners. But to us, it was a wonderful holiday. We went again a few years later, and that time discovered Vermont on the way. As I recall, The Sound of Music was pretty new, and somebodyÔÇÖs research uncovered the presence of the Von Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe. We went there for lunch one day, and asked about Maria. The Baron had long since passed away, and Maria was in her seventies. The hostess said we had asked at the right moment; Maria was in the Lodge, and I got to shake her hand. Of such things, lifelong memories are made. In the seventies, I took my (relatively) new bride on holiday from Boston to Halifax, and back through Gaspe, Montreal, and home. Some of my Canadian friends dispute this, but I swear it sleeted one morning in August, about halfway out the Gaspe Peninsula. Naturally, we were camping. But, again, the Coast of Maine fed our eyes with beauty, our noses with salt air, and our bellies with lobsters.
Text and Photos by Jim Shaw (MOA 61722)
IÔÇÖve been up there a dozen times, but each time I like it better. Thus, the overriding notion was to ÔÇÿjust do itÔÇÖ. ÔÇÿItÔÇÖ is Vermont and the coast of Maine.
Maybe I was twelve the first time I saw the Atlantic coast with my folks in the family sedan. That would have been about nineteen-fifty [something]. Funds were thin, so we drove a lot, stayed in pretty cheap motels, and had maybe two nice seafood dinners. But to us, it was a wonderful holiday. We went again a few years later, and that time discovered Vermont on the way. As I recall, The Sound of Music was pretty new, and somebodyÔÇÖs research uncovered the presence of the Von Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe. We went there for lunch one day, and asked about Maria. The Baron had long since passed away, and Maria was in her seventies. The hostess said we had asked at the right moment; Maria was in the Lodge, and I got to shake her hand. Of such things, lifelong memories are made. In the seventies, I took my (relatively) new bride on holiday from Boston to Halifax, and back through Gaspe, Montreal, and home. Some of my Canadian friends dispute this, but I swear it sleeted one morning in August, about halfway out the Gaspe Peninsula. Naturally, we were camping. But, again, the Coast of Maine fed our eyes with beauty, our noses with salt air, and our bellies with lobsters.