Back in early July I made a solo trip home for a few days to hang out with my mom, gather content for work, and otherwise take advantage of a few days off. Since Chris and I hail from the same 25 mile radius, our vacations home tend to be rather harried affairs, jumping from family home to family home in an (often failed) attempt to see everyone. So, going it solo was a nice chance to be on my own schedule and just kick around and visit the places I haven't seen in years.
If you want to fall in love with Maine, visit in June or July (or September, October, November, or December for that matter). It's bittersweet, really. To me, it's the most gorgeous time of year, which also makes it that much harder to leave.
