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.
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.
“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.