In October, Alex and I flew to Maine for a few days of autumnal bliss before I spent a week at a filmmaking workshop in Rockland. I had never been to Maine before this trip, and it’s one of the loveliest states I’ve had the pleasure of visiting. We started with a day in Portland, where we ate all the good food, wandered the streets, and quickly fell in love with Maine. On day two, we rented a car and headed to Cape Elizabeth for some lighthouse + ocean views before making our way North, and stopping at Pemaquid Point for lobster rolls (duh) and another lighthouse. We couldn’t have been anymore “Maine” that day if we tried.
Late that afternoon, we finally arrived at our home for the next two nights: the cutest little hand built cabin outside of Hope, Maine. It was nestled in the forest, far away from any other homes or people, and without Wifi or cell service. We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the cabin and canoeing in the adjacent pond before heading to Rockland for a delicious dinner at Primo, where we celebrated four pretty spectacular years together.
The only thing we didn’t love about our cabin getaway was the fact that it could get pretty creepy at night. Full disclosure: I’m afraid of everything — especially the dark — so it was no surprise that I woke up to every bump and shuffle in the night thinking we were almost certainly going to be murdered. Alex, on the other hand, is more logical than I am about night noises, but even he was wary of the rooftop creeks and the shuffles in the leaves. Needless to say, we didn’t get the best sleep that night. And while our cabin felt like the setting for a horror film when it was dark, the first signs of light always made us quickly fall back in love with our little place in the forest. We spent our first morning cooking breakfast and canoeing before heading out on a walk through the trees that ended in a blueberry field.
After exploring every corner of our little forest that day, we hiked to the top of Bald Mountain and were rewarded with sweeping views of Maine’s midcoast at sunset. That night, we built a fire, and quickly abandoned our plans to sit around roasting s’mores all evening by more scary shuffles in the leaves and, finally, an animal that we were certain was either a small bear or wolf that ran onto our porch. Even after Googling “forest animals in Maine,” and finding that there was literally nothing to be afraid of, we opted for the relative safety of the cabin and a 9pm bedtime.
We slept better on night two, even after our supposed bear/wolf encounter. In the morning, another creature showed up at our door in the form of a friendly dog, and Alex quickly realized that the dog was what had run onto our porch the night before. We spent the morning playing fetch with her and laughing about our — actually, let’s be honest here, MY — overactive imagination.
Most of this day was spent avoiding the rain. We drove north and explored Belfast when the rain finally let up a bit, and got a little lost as we took random rights and lefts down roads we thought looked pretty. We stumbled across some lovely ocean views and tree-lined roads. At the end of the day, we embarked on one last hike into the clouds to the top of Mt. Battie.
Alex flew back to Omaha the following day, and I spent the next week at Maine Media Workshops in Rockland learning and shooting meeting great people. It couldn’t have been a more perfect experience, and all I know is that I’ll be back soon.