It was a day just like any other day, as the worst days of our lives so often are. Lucinda and I were on an adventure. We’d traveled to Portland, Maine, to watch a movie about the death of Vincent Van Gogh. The movie was called “Loving Vincent” and it was the first movie in… Continue reading Everything Changes – Don’t be afraid
The coast of Maine is dotted with quaint small towns that come alive during tourist season. Along the commercial strip their streets are choked with gawkers and shoppers buying lobster rolls and pine scented candles and painted seashells. Belfast is one of those towns. Picturesque and unassuming. It sits just off route one at the… Continue reading How to Escape the Tourist Trap
“Did you know there’s a graveyard on County Woods Road?” My father asked me. I’d driven by it literally thousands of times and I’d never seen it. Never noticed it was there. A cemetery nestled in the woods between two houses on a country road in Newport. We couldn’t see it from the road. All… Continue reading The Mystery of the Forgotten Cemetery
Lucinda and I have been to forts before, but never one so well preserved as Fort Knox in Prospect, Maine. While its like-named cousin stores gold reserves, Maine's Fort Knox is a repository of history – and ghost stories. Descend down the stairs of the outer keep and the darkness closes around you. Outside it may… Continue reading Ghost Stories Echoing in the Darkness
In Maine in the summer, there's a carnival or country fair pretty much every weekend. Blank fields sprout tents like mushrooms. Rides land like flying saucers overnight. Even in daylight, there's something creepy about an unattended carnival. The rides seem to be drowsing, like big cats, ready to spring to life at any moment. You… Continue reading Day and Night People at the Unattended Carnival
If we stay in one place too long, Lucinda gets restless and wants to go adventuring. So yesterday, as the sun sunk over the horizon, painting the treetops gold, we packed up and got in the car.