We bought tickets and took the noontime ferry three miles out to Peaks Island. Crossing Casco Bay, the rain whipped up, making the islands look drab and forlorn. Michael guided us, retracing his evening commute from the 80s and 90s, when he’d lived on the island but worked in Portland. We hadn’t expected a greeting party, but Jesse was waiting for us and we piled into the back of his truck with his tools.
In the summer of 2015 I took an internship in rural Vermont. Living on my own for the first time, I made sure to bring all the essentials for a summer of learning and growth; lots of non-perishable food items, sunblock, and most importantly my waterski. The internship site resided 400 yards shy of placid Lake Fairlee, and I hoped there might be a generous boater willing to give me a pull.
In recent years, Ireland has become a hot travel destination. It is a unique taste of Europe, known for its pub culture, live music, historic castles, and stunning natural beauty. Best of all, it has become easily accessible via direct flights from New York, Boston, Chicago, and even a few smaller cities on the eastern seaboard.
Inspiration. In a flash it hits you. You rush to your laptop, throw it open, and start plugging away at your word processor. This is the idea you’ve been waiting for! It’s so raw and so poignant.
In 2017 I took a road trip around the American west with my girlfriend. The car that took us on the month-long journey was a red Mazda 3 that we affectionately named “Peppa.” Last month, Peppa’s lease ran out and we had to say goodbye. I wanted to take a moment and recognize Peppa’s contribution to our eventful travels by recapping five of the more memorable drives of 2017.
The old chairlift was empty as far as the eye could see. Though the weekend temps were comfortably into the 50s under blue skies, no skiers appeared on the slopes below us. We were skiing on a ghost mountain. In March of 2018, Tenney Mountain reopened on a whim eight years after bankruptcy and closure. Now, coming to the end of the month, a few dozen locals were rediscovering Plymouth’s forgotten ski hill.