I had a moment of déjà vu in Acadia National Park when my wife and I were there on vacation in 1996. One of the trails had an incredible familiarity to it. I knew my family had traveled there long ago, but I had always assumed it was before I was born. I asked my parents about it later and, nope, I had actually been there with them when I was a very young child.

There was so much to love about Maine: The rocky coastline. Acadia. Portland and Old Port. Hadlock Field. Gritty McDuff’s. Portland Head Light. Nubble Light. Route 1. Freeport and L.L. Bean. West Quoddy Head Light at the easternmost point in the United States. Camden. The list could go on and on. And on. And I know we barely even scratched the surface on a trip that was too short and limited to the coastal area.

I had a business trip there in 2004. Again, too short.