As far as I can tell, the fall of 2017 was the very last time Andy and I set foot in Ogunquit. Since that time, we missed visiting at the start and close of the season – such happy bookends that once delineated our summer season. This year, we are set to return to the Beautiful Place by the Sea, trying out some new digs (Scotch Hill Inn) and with a renewed appreciation for travel.
Memorial Day weekend always kicked off our Ogunquit adventures for the year, and it was often filled with the anticipatory excitement that this happy time of the year brings. The world feels very different now, and I’m hopeful that Ogunquit brings a new balm to everything we have all been through.
Every trip to Ogunquit felt like a return home, a return to a place of sanctuary, where the beauty and majesty of the Marginal Way brought about a clearing sense of calm and centering, and stepping into the Atlantic Ocean, no matter how bracingly cold, felt like an instant cure to whatever ailed us.
While things have decidedly changed, and Ogunquit may not look or feel like it once did, there is a grace and healing in nostalgia, and more importantly, there are new memories to be made. It is time.
