My last morning in Maine I crawled out of the woods like a scruffy little yeti after a few nights of camping, venturing into civilization in search of coffee.
Yetis really should know that at sunrise everything is closed! Half-asleep, I wandered into the marina to watch the sun climb over mirror-smooth water and sleepy yachts.
That’s when I stumbled on the local lobster harvesters, loading their bright yellow traps and heading out to sea. What a gift!
Yetis really should know that at sunrise everything is closed! Half-asleep, I wandered into the marina to watch the sun climb over mirror-smooth water and sleepy yachts.
That’s when I stumbled on the local lobster harvesters, loading their bright yellow traps and heading out to sea. What a gift!
I came to Maine for the landscapes—and they didn’t disappoint. But this moment felt different. Real. Local. Unplanned. A glimpse of the work woven into the soul of this place. It lit me up for the whole day—with the kind of energy that comes from feeling truly connected to where you are.
Way better than caffeine!
Way better than caffeine!
