Where we love to travel (in and out of Maine)

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]We have nothing but love for staycations, but it’s also nice to get out of Dodge to see the world. Here are some of our favorite getaways, from just a few hours away to across the Atlantic. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”CAMPING IN MOAB, UTAH” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:25|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Oswald%3A300%2Cregular%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal” css=”.vc_custom_1492700509047{margin-bottom: -20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_media_grid gap=”10″ item=”6000″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1492700770708-240891c6-407b-6″ include=”6723,6721,6722″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1492700565660{margin-top: -20px !important;}”]Sue Miller, Digital & Social Media
One of my most memorable vacations was a weeklong camping trip in Moab, Utah, with my sister, her husband, my niece and their dog Lexi in their Cub camper. Moab is a small, artsy desert town with pottery shops surrounded by miles and miles of red rock formations and two national parks: Canyonlands National Park and Arches National Park.

The area is popular with hikers, rock climbers, bikers and adventurists. I was blown away by the sheer beauty and immensity of the mountainscapes, erosion-sculpted rock formations and arches. The trip was a life-changing experience for me. We hiked in both parks and ended each day gathered around the campfire roasting marshmallows for s’mores. The night skies were breathtaking with vivid constellations, making stargazing a nightly routine before bunking down.

Anyone looking for an amazing experience out West should give Moab a try. Info available at www.discovermoab.com.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”MOUNTAIN BIKES, WINE & CHEESE IN THE AZORES” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:25|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Oswald%3A300%2Cregular%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal” css=”.vc_custom_1492700815507{margin-bottom: -20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_media_grid gap=”10″ item=”6000″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1492700787188-00b4ca54-e5ae-0″ include=”6733,6735,6732,6736,6734,6731″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1492701151276{margin-top: -20px !important;}”]Shannon Bryan, Editor
I owe my memorable April adventure to the Azores to Facebook. More specifically, to a friend who posted about a budget-friendly weeklong trip to Terceira, one of the nine volcanic islands in the North Atlantic Ocean that make up the Azores, an autonomous region of Portugal. Our overnight flight from Boston was only 4.5 hours, and the rising sun revealed rolling hills of lush green, a brightly painted (and Portland-sized) coastal city and cows. Lots of cows. We toured the small island by 4×4, stopping to climb small volcanic peaks covered in foliage and to look out on grape vines growing from dark volcanic rock. We rode mountain bikes on gently rolling terrain, stopping for tea, cheese and bread on a hillside overlooking the Atlantic. We ate blood sausage and drank wine and practiced our Portuguese with waiters and friendly shop owners.

Before we left, we enjoyed steak on a stone—the signature dish at O Cachalote Restaurante. We’d already eaten there twice, and this meal was hands-down our favorite, but we also wanted to say goodbye to Frank, the restaurant owner and the most-welcoming man you’ll ever meet.

For more info: www.azoresgetaways.com. I highly recommend the tours offered by ComunicAir.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”A SMALL CABIN ON MOOSEHEAD LAKE” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:25|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Oswald%3A300%2Cregular%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal” css=”.vc_custom_1492701598573{margin-bottom: -20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_media_grid gap=”10″ item=”6000″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1492701583120-aa00f0d8-4143-1″ include=”6750,6748,6752,6751,6749,6753″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1492701622087{margin-top: -20px !important;}”]Taylor Roberge, Graphic Designer
I used to love to travel. By the time I had graduated high school, I had visited a bunch of major cities in the U.S. and five countries in Europe. And I thought I would continue that trend. I started college and everything became a whirlwind of being busy—and broke. I traveled very little and the anxiety of trying to plan/fund a trip overpowered the excitement of adventure.

Fast forward to last year, working two jobs for 50-75 hours a week, I decided I was going on vacation by myself, accompanied only by my favorite stumpy-legged corgi, Rylee. I rented a small cabin directly on Moosehead Lake and basked in the glory that is independent travel. I spent the week hiking nearby mountains, kayaking all over, reading books and watching the sunset from the Adirondack chairs on the porch.

I rediscovered my love for travel (even if it was only a few hours away from home) and created a new tradition for myself—to vacation solo, equipped only with my kayak, a few good books and my dog. It was one of the most liberating, relaxing and exciting (in a low-key kind of way) weeks of my entire life. I remember sitting on the porch with Rylee in my lap, listening to the water, watching the sunset and thinking, ‘This is it. This is all I want.’[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”CROSSING THE COUNTRY FOR ROCK ‘N’ ROLL IN THE LOVE SHACK” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:25|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Oswald%3A300%2Cregular%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal” css=”.vc_custom_1492701206725{margin-bottom: -20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_media_grid gap=”10″ item=”6000″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1492701168980-5469000b-e971-0″ include=”6739,6741,6738,6742,6740,6743″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1492701226953{margin-top: -20px !important;}”]Lee Hews, Publisher
My all-time favorite vacation out of Maine was one that my husband and I took in June 2015, when we took a month off to follow the music in our converted van, which we’ve dubbed the “Love Shack.” For 33 days and over 7,000 miles we toured 26 states and watched dozens of live rock ’n’ roll shows including Mountain Jam, Bonaroo, Red Rocks and more. We did a quick tour of New Orleans, Austin and Santa Fe, staying in pet-friendly motels (with our two canine riding companions) and indulging in everything we could eat, drink and do in 36 hours (or less). We lounged leisurely on the beautiful Gulf Coast of Galveston Island, Texas; we drove, hiked and visited state parks from North Carolina to Tennessee, down through the Natchez Trace of Mississippi and up through the entire state of Texas before crossing into a week-long journey through Colorado. This was a trip of a lifetime—and one that we look forward to repeating many more times.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”CRUISING THROUGH DEATH VALLEY NATIONAL PARK, CALIFORNIA” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:25|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Oswald%3A300%2Cregular%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal” css=”.vc_custom_1492701509360{margin-bottom: -20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_media_grid gap=”10″ item=”6000″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1492701441886-0ab7df72-6c43-0″ include=”6747,6745,6746″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1492701483295{margin-top: -20px !important;}”]Lauryn Hottinger, Visuals Editor
I have an ache in my heart for unexplored dirt roads and mountain ranges, strange cities and untamed rivers. Of all the countries I’ve visited I’d say one of the most defining trips I’ve been on took place on American soil. It was an adventure in Death Valley in early 2016. I traversed the whole of Death Valley with the windows down, blaring Joni Mitchell’s “California” on repeat. I remember feeling unstoppable. Wearing nothing but a camera at times. Smiling back at the sun, which pierced the clouds and peppered the salt flats. I took pictures and lived off coffee and salted almonds. This trip had every ounce of romance in it that lends itself to traveling. I laid in the sand dunes at night and absorbed the moon’s cheshire grin. I broke bread and swapped stories with strangers and slathered the juice from wild aloe plants on my sunburnt shoulders. But the thing I finally found the secret to on this trip is how to take the freedom home with me. So I did. I packed it up behind my ribs and I carry it with me in between trips. Adventure has left an indelible mark on my heart. I look for it in everything now.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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