I left Buffalo drove until almost the end of H-90: I was in haaaa! when drove in these europeen-named villages, down those rolling hills, like a suprise in the bottom of the Alps (I never been there but I can dream) turned North just before Boston after saying: " I will come and see the Berkshires in some fall, slept in N-H. Bypassed Salem but should have done Plymouth.
And, great! WELCOME TO MAINE! Everyone has to stop at the "visitor information" where they will give you cute easy maps of villages with landmarks that you want to visit.
The best place on earth is probably:York. Hot summer day, small cozy cove and beach and children will balls and shovels... The historical houses... The un-undustrialised aspect of it all. Natural!
We stopped at a few lighthouses, walked the mile to the Breakwater lighthouse, enjoyed the blazing sunday with the windjammer parade...
Did route 1 all the way up, Boothbay, Belfast, the memorable smell of the evergreens, the wild roses and some strange sweetness mixed with the ocean breeze, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhahahahahahaha!
And the people! So respectful, they stop for the pedestrians!!! Went all the way up, Acadian park and all. Too late for St-Andrews NB or Campobello. To Bay of Fundy, love the coast of New-Brunswick, took a break in Caraquet, walked on the warf. Close to home, looked at the Gaspe shore from Grand Anse: usually see the copper-top of the church shining at dawn from my mom's house.
1600 miles from Buffalo, me and hubby arrived home to see my red-headed-happy-energetic-generous-sparking mother! Says a lot! It was only 600 miles extra, but a voyage of a lifetime. Never could imagine that Maine was soooo..... mesmerizing. Got to go!