After a year, we are back in lovely Sebasco, on Casco Bay, in Maine. You might remember our visit last summer, during a short lull in Covid, but still in the midst of the pandemic. We were masked when away from the home, we never dined at restaurants inside. We insisted on any visitors being tested before coming. A lot has changed for the good since then. Maine’s numbers are among the best in the country, and our County is among the best in Maine. Frankly, it almost feels…normal. The stores and restaurants only require masks of people who are not fully vaccinated (how that gets enforced, I have no…
Maine Time
We are now mountain people. We spend most of our lives in Utah, surrounded by mountains. I have always loved mountain towns, and their culture. But both of us grew up on the ocean, in Marblehead, Massachusetts. So it’s a little odd that we find ourselves 1,000 miles from the nearest ocean, and 2,000 miles from the ocean we grew up on. Generally, I don’t miss being on the water, but that may be in part because every summer for the past 38, Gail and I have spent time at her family’s cottage on the coast of Maine, about an hour northeast of Portland, on the edge of a resort,…