Ah, summertime. Perhaps more than any other time of year, the summer months are ones I look forward to the most. Warm breezes, backyard BBQ's and lots of friends and family gatherings. And of course, the most important part - summertime means vacation time!
Most summers, I travel back to the East Coast to experience my roots, see lots of family and catch up with old friends. Since I was a little girl, we've taken family sailing trips in Maine. Just a couple of years ago, Dad bought a small but charming cottage on one of the many pristine lakes there. Heading there each year brings back great memories and mostly importantly, allows me to recharge my batteries - away from the winery, my email, iPhone, and everything else for that matter. Thankfully, cell phones don't work so great in there!
With the 4th of July week here, I'm glad to be back in Maine to celebrate this most patriotic of American holidays. There's nothing quite like a July 4th here - if Mayberry really existed, surely this would be the place. Small town parades with families everywhere, eating pie and setting off their own brand of firework displays are the norm. It is so very charming. Me? I think about what I'm going to drink of course! Just this week, we received some wonderful press from our old friend Ray Isle on our classic 2011 Dry Chenin Blanc. I think I agree with Ray when he says - "Pour something from the U.S., it's the 4th of July after all!"
Happy 4th everyone! |
JohnLopresti said:
July 13, 2012 8:45 AM
I hope you and your dad have enjoyed a peaceful rendezvous in the pretty state of Maine.
The idea of a quiet lake in New England got me on an expedition online to find out what some famous, yet reclusive, literary authors had been known to do after fairly disappearing from public life into various parts of the North East US. These searches produced not much information, though I was reminded by a history website that ME formerly was a 30,000 square-mile county within MA. The ME people wanted more privacy than MA was prepared to provide, evidently.
I know one of my favorite things to do there as a kid, like my fiction protagonist counterparts, was to find a round, flat rock, and skip it across a lake surface.
I hope you all have had a nice time up north.