We know we run the risk of sounding like a broken record with this post, but ask that you humor us once again.
Our trip to Maine in 2005 looms large in our legend, as George Harrison might say. It’s the most recent vacation we’ve taken together (if you don’t count the occasional jaunt down to our college town of Athens, Ohio, which we don’t), and it’s one that we both look back on with a bit too much nostalgia and just enough fondness. We’ve been through some upheaval in the past four years; sometimes, when it all gets to be overwhelming, the memory of cruising around a small New England town in a rented car, singing along—with the windows rolled down—to a newly acquired Hangin’ Tough CD; or the memory of hiking to the perfect lookout point to see the perfect sunset, only to realize that we’d forgotten our cameras; or the memory of slinking into a fancy restaurant in our camping clothes for an early-bird dinner, is just the thing to make us smile.
We’d like to assure you that we’re finally making plans for some upcoming travel, so we’ll have new material soon enough. For now, please enjoy.
Jill: The first night of the trip. It was our second Portland together, but the first within proximity of lobster and blueberries.
Maya: Boy, was that a crappy motel. Other than this night, we camped (mostly in the rain) and stayed in hostels. There are surprisingly few hostels in Maine, in case you were wondering.
Jill: That digital camera had the capacity to hold about ten pictures.
Maya: I was still impressed. And a bit jealous.
Jill: The place of my childhood (and adult) reveries.
Maya: This is why I can’t stop thinking about our trip.
Jill: Bar Harbor Blueberry Ale with a side of Columbus-based indie rock.
Maya: I can’t believe you remember what kind of beer we had to drink. I was impressed that I pulled “Bar Harbor” out of the old memory banks.
Jill: Why haven’t we discussed working on the docks for a summer? Think of all the free lobster. And beer.
(Because all docks have beer, right?)
Maya: I don’t know, I think they probably frown on eating and drinking while on the clock, and then where would that leave us?
Jill: Maya, let’s do it. We can live on that little boat to the left.
Maya: Now you’re talking. I’d love to live on a boat.
Jill: Be still my heart.
Maya: This was the pay-off for a rainy, misty, cold hike. It was worth it.
Jill: Yes, we traveled the coast looking at lighthouses.
And yes, we also went to L.L. Bean. No judging.
Maya: Just the one lighthouse, though, right? And, if I remember correctly, we spent as little time as possible in Freeport.
Jill: Maya, your food photography has improved remarkably over the years.
Maya: C’mon, Polaroids don’t age well. This one was really faded.
Jill: Sow’s Ear Winery. We followed signs for wine tasting in the Maine countryside and found this guy in a barn. The wine wasn’t that amazing, but we bought a bottle anyway, as we figured we were the only people who were going to fall for the wine tasting trap that day. We ended up giving the bottle as part of a tip to a cab driver in Portland.
Maya: Not that amazing?? We couldn’t even bring ourselves to drink the stuff when we were out of everything else! I wonder if that cabbie ever cracked open the bottle, or if he just tossed it. “Thanks, crazy girls!”
Jill: The outside of the winery. “You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear.” At least they’re honest with themselves.
Maya: The “winery” was ten times more palatable than the wine.
Jill: Love the retro sign, but can’t for the life of me remember if we ate there.
Maya: We didn’t. I took this picture while you were driving.
Jill: Coffee is key to any Jill & Maya adventure.
Maya: The café was super-cute, too. Bar Harbor as well, I think?
Jill: We saw a sign for a vegetarian potluck, so we went. Our gracious hosts offered to allow us to camp on their grounds, but we had to keep moving.
Maya: This was just before you dropped your cell phone into the river.
Jill: Most vegetarian potlucks in Maine have accordion players. Did we end up bringing any food? We didn’t do the dreaded chips and salsa, did we? I hate when people bring chips and salsa to potlucks.
Maya: In our defense, we were camping; it’s not like we had a kitchen or anything. Besides, I think we brought hummus, not salsa.
Jill: Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound, I think.
Maya: Definitely. Could never forget that she-crab bisque.
Jill: If I recall, I asked the owners of this place a million questions.
Maya: Yup, like we were going to write an article about it or something. Little did they know, it’d be four years before we finally got around to it. Given my track record, that’s not too bad, actually.
Jill: Nice afternoon snack.
Maya: I’d be so excited if that suddenly materialized right in front of me. Can we make that happen?
Jill: Maya’s version of heaven.
Maya: For real.
Maya: The carnage.
Jill: This is what happened in Maine while Katrina was brewing down south.
Maya: And we were complaining about camping in the rain….
Jill: Hungover at the Portland airport.
Maya: No comment.