Saturday, July 9, 2016

Cobscook Bay State Park

One of our passions is to explore the state parks in Maine. One park that has kept intriguing me over the past several summers is Cobscook Bay State Park near Lubec, Maine.

For those geographically challenged in all things Maine, Lubec is home to West Quoddy Head, the most easternly point in the US. Needless to say, it's a bit of a trek to get to from most points in the state.

It's well worth the trip, though.

The trip started off a bit rocky. I made the huge mistake of trusting my GPS and didn't bring along my trusty Delorme Gazetteer for reference. Silly, silly me. As the Mommobile was inching along during a very narrow, very rocky road - and I use the term loosely - I knew I fell for blind GPS trust... but without my handy dandy map, I had no way to intelligently figure out where the heck I was.

And of course, as Murphy's Law dictates, I had no cell phone reception.

Fortunately, the GPS finally returned me to paved roads and we made our way to the campground and one of the most incredible camp sites I've ever seen. To be honest, there are some unbelievable campsites at the state park, but ours was arguably one of the best.

View from site 103
My two young girls loved heading down the steep cliff to explore the bay, although any parents of young children should know the tide comes in fast in this area.

Because the campsite was situated on Broad Cove, we didn't have the wave action like if we had been on the ocean proper; however, it didn't matter one iota. Waking up to the above view was one of the most peaceful ways one can open one's eyes to.

Megan taking in the early morning view.

Amazingly, at our site, you literally couldn't see anybody in neighboring sites and could barely see any vehicles driving by on the road, because the driveway was that long. We heard people on occasion, but rarely.

The one drawback to this magnificent location was that it was quite a jaunt to the nearest outhouse and with two young girls, it was a journey we made all too often. When choosing our site, though, the state of Maine website clearly states when a site is greater than 200 feet from a restroom. So, we went into the bathroom situation with eyes wide open.

As a family with young children, we were most impressed with the playground area.

There are other state parks we have been to where 'playground' was an overstatement. One playground in particular completely spooked me... the equipment had seen far too many Maine winters and the overall feel made me feel like a deranged Stephen King-esque clown was going to pop out from behind the trees at any time.

Cobscook was an entirely different situation. New, bright playground equipment was situated in a clean, well-maintained rec area, complete with a smattering of picnic tables and grills. If we had been there longer, I could imagine throwing some hot dogs on the grill while the girls entertained themselves at the playground.

Playground at Cobscook Bay State Park


We enjoyed exploring the park's hiking trails - the scenic overlook was amazing -  but there was so much more we wanted to do that we just didn't have the opportunity to try, like going clamming. During the stringent clamming season, campers are allowed to harvest one peck of clams, which would have not only been fun to try but a yummy meal addition. However, with all of our exploring the area, we simply ran out of time.

We enjoyed seeing deer, several rabbits and quite a few partridge.

A curious partridge checking out the girls.

With so many places to explore in Maine, it's hard to be lured back to just one spot. Before we even broke camp at the end of our weekend, though, we were already planning a return trip on Labor Day weekend.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Imagine: Maine

A few years ago, a new hospital was built in the city closest to us, Augusta. The new location of Maine General was situated right off of the on-ramp I took to head home from work and as I glimpsed the progress every work day, I took notice of a banner they hung across the building's skeleton.

IMAGINE

During a particularly long day, the banner caught the corner of my eye and the name Maine popped out of the word.

That was the day that I knew I wanted to start writing about this beautiful state we live in, tucking my work under the umbrella Imagine: Maine.


Imagine: Maine

Four years later, here we are.

And who am I?

I'm a mom who just loves taking our kids on any sort of great adventure in Maine.

I moved here almost 35 years ago when I was eight years old (yeah, sure, do the math). The first day that I stepped foot in the state, all I remember was that I was disgusted at the sheer size of Maine. After a stupid long day on the road, my brother and I cheered as Mom's station wagon crossed the Piscataqua River Bridge on the Maine-New Hampshire boarder.

We were almost to our new home!

Ten... hours... later (I'm pretty sure I'm not exaggerating), in a blinding snowstorm, we pulled into our new driveway well in the Crown of Maine.

I lived in Aroostook County until about 15 years ago, then moved to southern Maine, and finally settled our ever-growing family in central Maine.

It's an amazing place to live and to visit.

What are you looking for? Mountains? Ocean? Lakes? We got that. Camping? Check. Hiking? Check. Even if you want sandy beaches... southern Maine has some amazing places to visit.

Thirty-five-ish years later, I've barely begun to take in all this state has to offer.

Join me on my journey.

Imagine: Maine