A brilliant forest of autumn leaves. Wave-worn granite abstracted to the point of geometry. Iconic lighthouses. Fishermen hauling dories on a foggy beach. All of these are images our visitors fix in their minds – and through their cameras when they come to Maine. As famous photographers Eliot Porter, George Daniell (Monhegan Island), Berenice Abbott (Portrait of Maine) and even William Wegman (weimaraners in lifejackets, anyone?) have done for over a century.
My Spruce Point Inn signature salad arrived before me as a composition sampler of colors and tastes. The greens ranged from purple to green the color of early morning meadow mist in July. The chevre from Tourmaline Hills farm in nearby Greenwood – soft clouds in this green sky, if you will – was the consistency of whipped cream and tasted just as ethereal. A mix of red and golden cherry-sized tomatoes, cut in half and the home-glazed pecans, sprinkled across the plate. But the Maine blueberries – the identifying totems of this signature salad were the prize.
We were just reading the story in the NY Times about device-free summer camps for adults. Where people unplug from their electronics to give themselves time to retrieve their other senses: the joy of birdsong and the scent of wind in the pines. The opportunity to stop and listen to each other; and to play.
What we see around our firepit each night is the result of just such an endeavor. The guests who arrived as stressed-out travelers who have disconnected themselves from their worlds “away” and have found the luxury of no deadlines, no hassles, no demands except wherever their whim or fancy leads them.
On the Fourth of July, we think of the joys of the summer to come. The hot sun and cool seabreezes. The red, white and blue of lobsters, sails and sparkling ocean. The evening show of fireflies and “campfires” (our s’mores parties come to mind, as well as the new barbecue grills).
Still, 150 years ago on July 4th, Mainer Joshua Chamberlain – divinity student and college professor turned citizen-soldier – was still reeling from the effects of holding the line at Little Round Top at Gettysburg. Historians credit him and his 5th Maine Regiment, for turning the tide of the Civil War. And on a hot, humid day 237 years ago in Philadelphia, John Hancock, John Adams, Sam Adams, Elbridge Gerry and Robert Treat Paine stood for Maine and Massachusetts in pledging their “lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor” by signing the Declaration of Independence.
Like cherry blossoms along the Potomac or swallows to Capistrano, the return of the windjammer fleet to Boothbay Harbor in the last week of June marks a season – and a reason to celebrate!
Technically, windjammers are “large sailing ships with an iron or, for the most part, steel hull with between three and five masts and square sails.” As the schooners (two or more masts, the foremast being no taller than the rear mast) and barques (three or more masts) – and their admiring fleet of sloops (single mast), runabouts and our own motorlaunch, Bright Line – arrive in the harbor and furl their sails like the wings of gulls, the bustle of preparation shifts to the expansive glow of welcome.
Walk the woodland path that leads off behind Linekin and you’re stepping into the moccasins of the Abenaki who made these woods their seasonal home during the summer fishing season. Our Abenaki Trail honors their culture and the heritage of their descendants, the Passamaquoddy and Penobscot, who still live along Maine’s coast.
It is one of the joys of being an innkeeper that we share the unforgettable best moments of people’s lives. The first time a child puts a toe in the water. The first firefly. The first boat ride. The song that played the first summer you fell in love. The lobster. The lighthouse.
That’s why we’re so passionate about helping create those “Oceanside memories made in Maine.”
We are convinced that our four-legged friends operate some sort of TripAdvisor for their pals, a “Twilight Bark Planet” guidebook that tells them where their human companions should take them for the perfect playdate. We know that such a thing exists because so many guests arrive with furry heads popping out of the car window as they come up Grand Avenue. It certainly helps that many travel writers have brought their dogs and that the grrry-grapevine has carried the news that Spruce Point Inn is pet-friendly to the Dog Lovers Guides and travel sites.
In 2013, in the middle of the national remembrance of America’s Civil War, it is right to remember that the national holiday of Memorial Day was created as “Decoration Day” – a day to decorate the graves of the fallen and to come together to remember their sacrifice for their beliefs.
Coming as it does at the end of May, Memorial Day has also become the unofficial start to the summer season. Though Spring is definitely still in full-bloom in Boothbay this Memorial Day, we know Summer is even closer than the June 21st solstice – because we’re open and welcoming our first 2013 guests.