Maine 2010

So I never saw a real moose in Maine. I saw plenty of stuffed ones, printed ones, and even an 800 pound chocolate one, but never a real one (which is prob good), despite the signs on the highways saying "watch for moose crossing". Way to get my hopes up sign.

Here's a bit of summary of my trip:

Before my trip to Maine, I was unsure about how good an idea this would be. Even though Maine is called “vacationland” (on its license plates), it is notorious among some circles as having “gravelly sand and painful oceans”. There were a bounty of hiking and biking options, and like a gazillion nature reserves… but my family tends to get tunnel vision on vacations, and the beach is the light at the end of that tunnel.

So I was worried that my choice of vacation spot would be a dud, that the water would be too cold and the town too boring. Luckily, I was wrong. The water was absolutely freezing (like swimming in glacial run-off) but we went in the ocean anyway, risking hypothermia and the inevitable numbness of the limbs. The sand was quite nice, and the people we really laid back and likable. Wish I had learned French though, because apparently Old Orchard Beach (OOB for short, I swear to God lol) attracts a crazy number of people from Quebec (I heard it called “the Florida of Canada”), and I think either their French or Canadian heritage provides them with quite a different body image, because I have never seen so many overweight people wearing all-too-revealing bathing suits. My sister was kind enough to point out this man in the ocean (which, as I think I may have mentioned, was really freaking cold!) who was wearing a thong…so every time the waves receded, the entire beach had a wonderful view of nearly his entire butt. Yay. The lifeguards were cute though, so I guess it was okay lol.  

More to come, I swear.