I moved to Maine when I was 2, yes 2, wee little years old. For the die-hards, that means that I’m still ‘from away‘ and that the locale previous to the coast off the Casco Bay area was the San Francisco Bay area is even more offensive. But to me it makes no difference since I don’t remember those beautiful, sunny, avocado-tree laden hills of the California coastline. Mmm free avocados… All I remember is growing up in the manic depressive, muggy and humid then snowy and blisteringly cold, climate up here: Down East.
When my aunt and her brood moved to Maine they were even more enthusiastic about adopting the state than we were: within years her eldest son was a lobsterman off the waters of Isle au Haut. So I use that cred every now and again to convince non-believers of my truly rural status despite my urban origins.
Even more cred to my cred would be if I had one of these awesome, recycled Maine Rope Mats from Cox Pond in South Berwick, ME. As you know, I’ve got a weak spot for ‘things made from other things.’ I also hate throwing away bottle caps, cardboard boxes and really anything that could be used for something other than clogging up land fills and chomping up energy at the recycling facility before its time. That’s why I double-love these mats. Check ’em out here!