In the early 80’s, my favorite aunt bought a little cottage on the salt marsh by Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine. And my life was never the same. Growing up, we’d make the long drive out from Illinois each summer to spend a couple weeks at my aunt’s house. For a flatlander girl, hell-bent on being a marine biologist, there is nothing like the smack of cool salt air when you cross the Piscataqua Bridge.
I started spending the whole summer there in high school, working at the Ogunquit Lobster Pound where my aunt was the manager. Then I stayed on to go to college in Machias, a remote part of Downeast Maine where I studied marine science….and drank Boones Farm in the blueberry barrens. On school breaks, I’d usually go home to our little cottage, not making the flight back to Illinois.