Before heading up to Limestone, Maine so that my son could attend summer camp at the Maine School of Science and Mathematics, all I knew about that part of the state was that they grew potatoes. What no one ever told me was how beautiful of a place it was. Every morning for a week I drove my son 45 minutes from our camp site in the shadow of Quaggy Jo Mountain in Presque Isle to Limestone and then 45 minutes back. I took the same route both ways and never grew tired of the scenery.

I have a thing for dilapidated buildings in beautiful landscapes and kicked myself daily for forgetting to bring my Nikon on the trip. There was a particular shed sitting in a field that caught my eye every day. Halfway through the week I finally pulled over so I could take a photo of it.

Limestone, Maine

It wasn’t much of an adventure, for sure. Just a moment where I stopped the high pace of commuting and rooted myself to my surroundings. Limestone was full of similar moments waiting to be had and a must visit for fans of big sky and tasty potatoes.

The road is a word, conceived elsewhere and laid across the country in the wound prepared for it: a word made concrete and thrust among us.
—Wendell Berry

References:
“Limestone Maine Welcomes You.” limestonemaine.org. Limestone Maine. Web. 11 August 2014.
“Maine School of Science and Mathematics.” mssm.org. The Maine School of Science and Mathematics. Web. 11 August 2014.