This marks our 15th year visiting Ogunquit, Maine but I still feel the same excitement and thrill in going as I did on that very first trip. On that memorable weekend, it was late summer and the town was switching into slower fall gear, but it was as enchanting as ever. The next year we switched over to kicking it off in spring for Memorial Day weekend, and then closing it out in fall over Columbus Day weekend. Of course, it is this weekend which is my favorite. For all the loveliness of fall, there will always be something better about spring. The whole of summer lies await ahead of us. There is more magic in anticipation than recollection.
That said, a few looks back never hurt anyone, and there have been many at Maine over the years.
There is a peace and contentment that settles within instants of finding my way back to Ogunquit.
When it rains, there are still enchantments to be found along the wet shore.
There is even some male nudity on display if you know where to look and when.
Even when I’m not there, I keep a little bit of it in me.
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