The family has gathered here in Maine for another summer vacation. We've had 30 or so years up here so far in various houses near Kennebunkport. As a neighbor said yesterday, "Oh you've got Maine blood in you now."
We can find things to do on days that are a bit cool and gray like yesterday. A bit of shopping in Freeport or Kittery, some biking or a quick, fully-clothed run on the beach all fill the day nicely. Take out lobster dinner, reading books, debating reality TV and watching kids play Wii rounds out the evening.
There will be a better day for the beach, a warmer night to go to town. After 30 years we know that it's ok to sit at home for a night. It's part of the reason we're here.
My brother Matt, who's getting married to his sweetheart Heidi this week, and I talked about the pull of Maine on our family last week. We agreed it's a romance with a place. WIth the tight clean lines of the houses, the gray rocks and cold water along the beaches, the colorful shops, good beer and crowded sidewalks. It's where we come to renew and recharge, take photos and listen to music, write in journals and devour novels.
The air is cleaner, the people more open, the sunsets just a little bit brighter. Sure there are mosquitoes, and racoons in the trash and family all on top of each other, but it's ok because we're here in a place we all came to love in our own way and time.