After I’ve been home from for a while, and that vacation glow has fled, I like to look through my photos of the trip, remember it anew, and try to recapture a bit of the vacation feeling. Tonight I’ve been looking through my photos of our recent trip to Maine, and recalling what a fine trip it was. The memories of our travels makes being back in the workaday grind a bit more tolerable.
Kish has always loved Maine, and I realize that, after several trips, I’ve come to share her affection for that craggy, rockbound state on the Atlantic. We’ll be visiting there again.