Today my nephew J Facetime’d me and when I answered he screamed, “THREE WEEKS UNTIL MAINE!” I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know that my nieces and nephew are as excited by this trip as we are.
Now that the kids are old enough, my sister and I decided that we should start taking family vacations. We tend to visit Ohio every year for at least a week, but the kids are always in school, and she and her husband are working. Heck, half the time we’re working! With a family vacation, everyone is there just to enjoy themselves and spend time together.
We looked high and low for the perfect vacation spot last year. Anyone who follows me on social media knows how much I love Hawaii, Kauai in particular. We had actually booked a house on the beach in Hanalei – my favorite of all Hawaiian towns – but then we realized that airfare for the T family alone was going to be several thousand dollars and we decided to look somewhere that was within driving distance for their brood. After several conversations, we settled on Maine – a place that Alan and I had been to way back when I had just graduated from college, and somewhere my mom had been looking forward to going for a very long time but probably never would have otherwise.
We looked up and down the Maine coast at hundreds of different options, but kept coming back to the Mid-Atlantic region since it had everything that we wanted, and wasn’t quite as expensive as the Kennebunkport area. Finally, we settled on the very non-touristy town of Port Clyde and booked a rustic summer cottage on the water with enough room for Alan, me, my sister Jenny’s whole family, my mom, and my brother-in-law’s sister A. (I call her my sister-in-law-in-law – aka SILIL.) We had no idea what to expect, but we boarded our red-eye out of SFO excited at what would greet us when landing.
Y’all, can I just tell you for a minute how utterly beautiful Maine is?! Rocky, craggy coastlines. Sailboats as far as the eye can see. Pine trees. Blue skies. Green, rolling hills. The smell of salt in the air, tinged with the spiciness of those fallen pine needles. It’s unlike any other place I’ve ever been. And Port Clyde itself couldn’t have been any better for us.
And now we’re mere weeks away from our next trip. We’re flying out on Friday, meeting up with my mom in Boston, and from there we’ll drive up to Georgetown where our house for this summer is located. We couldn’t get the same house this year, but the one we’re renting is a similar set up in that it’s a rustic summer cottage on the water. It’s a bit further outside of town, but unlike with Port Clyde the house itself is located right in front of a sandy cove so we won’t need to drive to the beach which will be awesome. We’re not used to it taking twenty to thirty minutes to pile everyone into the car with all of their things. This way we can all just go down to the beach and back whenever we want. And I’ve already reserved a kayak and a canoe for this year’s trip, so hopefully Jenny, Sean, and my mom will be able to get out on the water. Sadly, SILIL won’t be able to join us this year since she just bought a house in Colorado, but my sister is bringing her babysitter who her kids adore so they’ll have someone other than us to keep them occupied. This, my friends, should be huge!
In honor of #ThrowbackThursday, here are some pics of last year’s trip.
Have you been to Maine? Where’s your favorite spot?