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I’d go to Ogunquit, Maine ! It’s been a childhood memory all my life and I’ve gone there every single year since I was a baby. I’m now approaching my 50th birthday and I still find it as exciting, relaxing and as peaceful as ever. All I have to have is a beach chair, some suntan lotion and my towel…..let the rest take care of itself. Last year in July when my Father passed away, it was ONE day prior to my annual Maine vacation. Two days after his funeral, I asked my best friend in the entire world to make the pilgrimage with me for a couple of days of peace. It was the best medicine. And when she and I had a tomatoe and bologna sandwich on white bread on the beach ( a sandwich from my childhood!!!)…….it was just what the doctor ordered. So yes…Ogunquit !!!!!
I’d spend the week in Woods Hole about August 10th. That’s when the water at the beach below Nobska Light is warmest all summer. It’s the time when you can sit on the deck at Landfall Restaurant eating baked stuff shrimp and watching the Nantucket boat come and go. And an early afternoon beer is great at the bar at Captain Kidd’s. Walk down the street and watch the kids gawking at the fish tanks from above at the aquarium. And sit on the MBL dock and try a little fishing. Sometimes it’s just fun to pick a spot to sit on Water Street with a copy of the latest edition of the Falmouth Enterprise and listen to the conversations of those who pass by.
I lived in Bath from one month of age to 16 yrs; lived on many different streets from North to South , and attended St.Mary’s school and church. .I have been back on several visits, the last time in 1987. I still miss my dear old Bath after all these years. Have been forced to live in California because I married a native in 1943 and we are still happily together. (and I say happily, even though my husband still refuses to move from his beloved California.) I am now 82 yrs of age and how I would love to see my dear old Bath again !
I would go to the Madison Beach Hotel in Madison, Ct. I have never felt so at peace as when I was there. Just to sit on the rocks and watch the tide come in is a feeling second to none. It is such a comfortable place to be. I am now on oxygen continuously, so I doubt if I will make the trip back, but it will forever remain in my memory as the best place ever.
Growing up in the White Mountains in the days when gas was cheap, our family entertainment consisted of travelling the roads of northern New England armed with picnic lunches, and taking in its natural beauties a couple of Saturdays a month. Our favorite family pilgrimage was to Pemaquid Point, where we would climb all over the rocks, handfeed the gulls our leftovers, and sit for hours watching the waves crash and the boats skim by. Pemaquid is definitely my destination of first choice, BUT…I’ll cheat and add a second! Being a mountain girl, I moved across “the river” from the Whites to the Greens in my adulthood, and fell in love with the incomparable pastoral beauty of central Vermont village-life. My dream week in VT would be tent camping at Lake Dunmore, and laying on the rocks midstream near the top of the Falls of Lana with a good book, listening to the babble of the brook and breathing in the fresh pine-scented air. For the past 4 years, as an expatriate Yank in the suburban South, I have often ached for my familial, geographical and cultural landscape–Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont…home.
I would love to spend some time at a quaint seashore resort somewhere along the coast of New England. I’m not very familiar with the New England coast; I’m a Jersey Girl (I mean woman!!!) who has spend many, many years at the Jersey shore from Sandy Hook to Cape May. A Jersey Girl who is always interested in expanding her horizons.
I would love to go for a week or more to old sturbridge village or strawberry banke. It was fun to go and wonder what people actually did with their lives. just disappearand no one would notice that I’m gone. unless it’s my husband when he gets hungry.
I would go to Boston. Any time. There is nothing like that city to make you appreciate what you have in life and how hard it was for the people in the past to make our lives good today.
I would love to spend at least six months a year in my home town, Whitman, MA. If I ever win the lottery, I’m going to give the people who live in my “growing up home”, an offer they can’t refuse. I moved to Florida from New England in 1970 and still miss everything about it. Even the cold, snowy winters.
I would spend the week in the Rangely region of Maine and specifically Grant’s Camps. I love to fly fish and I love seeing the wildlife particularly the moose and the loons. There’s something about taking a Rangely boat up Lake Kennabago and looking at the scenery in August where it’s hot everywhere else but it’s cool on the lake. The thrill of casting a dry fly after dinner and having a salmon take the fly and proceed to leap all over the lake until you bring it to hand and release it to fight another time, is a thrill I cannot describe adequately. Or you can fish the river and have the same thrill from your feet as you wade against the current. That is as close to heaven as anyone gets in this world.
My second choice for a weekend would be the Maine coast to do a bit of surf fishing and let my wife have the run of the quilt and antique shops. Either way is fun and peaceful and I don’t get enough of it.
I would love to take a couple of weeks off to explore all of Maine especially Portland ,Bath an one other place on the north west side of Maine but I can’t remember the name .I’ve always wanted to go there ,have seen so many pictures it just looks so exciting to me .I would like to go in the fall to see the leaves changing in the winter to see the snow fall in the spring to see the beutiful country sides an the summer to Portland so I could go to the market I’d love to go fishing anytime ,get some blueberry syrup have a lobster dinner see all the quilt shops an antique shop look through LLbeans go looking for the wildlife shop in every little shop has I travel the back roads this would bemy dream vacation
I would go to Orleans on Cape Cod where both the bay side and Atlantic side of the ocean are within walking distance, and the salt marshes are just across the road, to study and observe the area and to write and eat fried clams and lobster, and then I would visit my cousins and aunts in the Boston area. I grew up just north of Boston and we spent a lot of time at the beach — Rockport, Gloucester and a magical summer or two on Cape Cod. I now live in the middle of the country and miss the ocean — and the great seafood — especially clams with bellies! Only place in the country you can get them is New England.
I live in Madison Connecticut and often take it for granted, but it is a beautiful relaxing place to get away. A great book store, interesting eateries, and just relaxing on the porch of the Madison Beach Hotel are all worthy of your time.The Town beaches are for residents, but a day pass can be purchased, or the beach at Hammonasset is open to the public.
Ahh Jane Franks, the best place to get whole clams is Massachusetts. Cape Ann over Cape Cod too.
The very best place to visit in New England is without a doubt, York Beach, Maine!!! Long Sands, Short Sands, The Nubble, the Marginal Way, Perkins Cove, and of course Goldenrod Kisses. My family has a long history with York Beach as my father’s aunt and uncle many, many years ago operated the Catahdin House! I will be returning to York Beach the end of June and cant wait to get my lobster, clam chowder, lobster, fried clams, lobster, fix!!! By the way the best chowder can be found at the York Beach Fish Market!!
See you all on the beach!!!
Hi,,Bath Maine is also one of my Favorites..to the Lady who wants to see bath maine again..it is still beautiful..My family spent summer there and now Mom and brother live right outside there on the Coast>LOVE IT>>
Take a train ride and go back>>You won’t regret it..Life is too Short:>)
I have to agree with Elaina, when we lived in mid coast Maine, Pemaquid Point was always our favorite place to go where our boys could play on the rocks and I could take tons of pictures of the lighthouse and breathe the fresh ocean air. I do have to add New Harbor and dinner at Shaw’s Lobster Wharf first (the BEST lobster stew and Bloomin’ onions!!) and finish off the day with Round Top Ice Cream in Damariscotta. The absolute PERFECT vacation. Boston is also my favorite city in America, beautiful, vibrant and so full of history. I live in land-locked Missouri now and miss New England with all my heart. Someday I will be back!!!
I would go to Pemaquid Pt, Maine. It is a magical place and so beautiful. You can sit all day on the rocks looking out to Monhegan Island, watching the seals sunning nearby and feeding the seagulls as they swoop down for food. Just the drive from Damariscotta down Rt. 130 is magical as you pass old homesteads and rolling farms, ponds and woods with simple cape cod houses all decked out in colorful flower gardens. Then drive up Rt. 32 to Round Pond, stopping in one of several wonderful eateries or just walk down a country road to nowhere. Maine is at its very best here. Then, as an added treat, take the turn-off to Rt. 129 to Christmas Cove! You’ll never want to go home again.
I’D GO BACK TO THE BEACH CAMP GRDS IN YORK MAINE. TO LAY THERE IN YOUR TENT AND LISTEN TO THE LAPPING OF THE WAVES. TO RISE IN THE MORN TO A FOGGY MIST, HAVE A HOT CUP OF COFFEE AND WATCH THE FOG ROLL OUT TO SEA. TO WATCH THE SUN CAST IT’S RAYS ,REACHING OVER THE SEA ,CRAWLING UP THE DUNES TILL IT TICKLES YOUR TOES WITH DELIGHT. NOW THAT’S A PLACE I’D LIKE TO REVISIT.
I LIVE IN ARIZONA, FORMERLY FROM RHODE ISLAND. SOME YEARS BACK, I READ AN ARTICLE IN YOUR MAGAZINE ABOUT “THE BREAKERS” IN HIGGINS BEACH, SCARBOROUGH, MAINE. I WAS FASCINATED!! ON OUR TRIP BACK EAST THAT YEAR, I PURSUADED MY SISTER, MY HUSBAND’S NIECE & HER HUSBAND TO ACCOMPANY MY HUSBAND & I TO THIS THIS BED & BREAKFAST. ON THE WAY THERE, I WORRIED IT MIGHT NOT BE AS EXPECTED, BUT I WAS GREATLY ELATED TO SEE IT WAS MORE THAN I ANTICIPATED. WE HAD A ROOM ON THE THIRD FLOOR WITH AN ADJOINING ROOM WITH WINDOWS ALL AROUND. FROM THERE WE COULD SEE 2 LIGHTHOUSES AND OUR FIRST DAY THERE THERE WAS A DOUBLE RAINBOW. THE HOST, RODNEY LAUGHTON, WAS MORE THAN HELPFUL. IN THE MORNING, HE WOULD ASK IF WE PLANNED TO DINE THERE THAT EVENING AND WE TOLD HIM “YES”, HE ASKED WHAT WE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE FOR DINNER, WHICH WAS WONDERFUL. IN THE MORNING, MY NIECE’S HUSBAND & I WALKED THE BEACH LOOKING FOR SEASHELLS. WONDERFUL. VERY PEACEFUL AND QUIET AND, LUCKILY, WE WERE RIGHT ON THE BEACH. IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE WE WERE THERE, AND I HOPE IT IS STILL IN BUSINESS, BECAUSE IT WILL GIVE SOME LUCKY PEOPLE A WONDERFUL, PEACEFUL SPACE OF TIME, AND BEAUTIFUL SCENERY.
I would spend my weeks in 5 Islands Maine. It is an absolutely beautiful town on the coast. We rent a house there for 2 weeks every summer along with our children and grandchildren. We have made many beautiful memories there. Walk down the path and you are at 5 Islands Lobster. Order a lobster dinner and eat it sitting out on the pier while watching the lobstermen hauling in their days catch. That is “heaven” to me.
Native Californians whose hearts are called to New England time and again, my husband and I have spent the past two Decembers touring many of the fun holiday celebrations. We shared pancake breakfast and lobster dinner with many wonderful folks at the Fire Hall in Kennebunkport, rode the Polar Express with pajama-clad children, ate cookies till we could hold no more on the Inn to Inn Cookie Tour in the White Mountains, celebrated Christmas in Edgartown, enjoyed walking the Lighted Lantern Tour at Mystic Seaport, and window shopped the early morning silent, snowy main street of Camden. The absolute best? I cannot explain the pure elation I felt on a sleigh ride through the woods in New Hampshire. Snuggled under the blanket with my husband, with just the driver and Spike the horse, snow, stars, and moonlight. It was truly a dream come true. I know there are holiday events all across the country, but in New England… there?s magic!
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