The old adage for weather in New England is, if you do not like it, wait a day. We laugh about needing the heat in the morning, the air conditioner by afternoon and heat at night.
Earlier this year, we had the wonderful experience of camping up on the Canadian border, the one we cannot cross as of yet. We arrived to beautiful summer weather, warm and dry, perfect for camping. At night it was just cool enough to light a campfire. The next day was very warm and humid, with no real air blowing despite our mountain location and our Canadian neighbors, it was an uncomfortable day. A walk down to Lake Flagstaff revealed water temperature that was a little chilly (remember it was June in Maine, so water temperature is about 59 degrees) but pleasant to walk and wade in. A thunderstorm threatened but did not produce much rain and just a little lightning.
Only one day later we had cool/warm rainy weather as the front from the north started through. It was the sort of day that you cannot make up your mind whether or not to wear a T shirt or a long sleeved shirt. More than once we started the campfire only to have it start to shower. Still, overall it was an outdoors type of day, the end of the day brought campfires off and on between rain drops.
Wednesday dawned bright but seriously chilly. The night before I got out some of the extra blankets and we passed them around not sure we would need them, but it was good that we did. It was really chilly, and easy sweatshirt and long pants day, I tried to bull through it with sandals or clogs on, but of course, I discovered I failed to pack socks so I had to bum a pair off my son as my feet only got colder as the day went by.
Our last day in Eustis was Maine perfection, but it was clear as we drove two hours south, that the forecast summer heat wave was on our doorstep. We would have two remaining nights with fresh air coming in the windows and then descended into the three H’s: hazy, hot and humid. If the wind blows it is hot. If you move a muscle, you sweat. After two days of a four day heat wave, living in a house with no air conditioning makes you reconsider the decision not to at least put a window air conditioner in the bedrooms. Instead, we rely on fans and natural evening cool air to cool down the house and make sleeping bearable. Most summers this is sufficient to be very comfortable- many a summer night we reach for a summer blanket, but when these heat waves hit us, there is a moment when the air inside the house is as warm and sticky as the outside air and the fans just seem to be pushing the humidity around. You know it is bad when the two cats lay like dishrags and my lab begins to seek out the fan to sit in front of.
One month later and Dave and I were in the sweltering heat of Virginia and hoping when we got back to Maine it would be lovely, which it was for a few days. Apparently it rained a lot as well while we were gone, for the news anchors (mostly women) were grousing about the fact that we have not had enough summer (days in the 80’s and 90’s). Here I am thinking that we are having a great summer- no drought, green lawns, no campfire restrictions etc. Guess you cannot please everyone all the time.
Maine is called vacationland for a very good reason. It is a beautiful place with breathtaking mountain, lake and ocean views. There is nothing like sitting lakeside and watching the sun set and listening to the loons as they tune up their night song. A favorite place has always been our rocky coast, where you can watch the lobstermen/women work their boats, smell the tang of the ocean air and seeing outstanding sunrises from the place where the sun first touches our beloved country. Tim Cotton, a favorite author, calls it “the jagged edge of the country”. That is a pretty accurate description of what we call Downeast. It is true that we have our share of visitors from the south during the summer, and I welcome them all, but, I just wish they would leave their hot and humid weather behind. The only time you should see 99 in Maine would be when you are looking at one of our favorite NE restaurants.
However, there is one more person I wish remained in FL for the foreseeable future, our former Governor, Paul LePage. He promised us if there was a Democratic sweep in the State House, Senate and Governor , he would leave and stay gone. He lied. He is back and now says he will run against our Governor Mills in the next election cycle, believing that he can make a comeback. He was a two term governor who won no more that 35% of the vote both times. Under his administration our Health and Human Services Dept. was decimated, our state lost millions in medicare funds over our failure to manage our Riverside Mental Health facility which was placed in receivership under federal jurisdiction. He harped on making the state open for business and yet he paid an out of state business to erect the signage on our border rather than hire a Maine business to have the contract. Then there was the million dollar contract to a Massachusetts firm that produced a bogus report on welfare funding in our state. Much of it was plagiarized and lifted out of context to prove his point. A million dollars. Oh yeah, and then there was the time he called a state legislator and left a message on his answering machine cursing him and his sexual orientation and telling him he wanted to have a duel so he could shoot him. If anyone else had done that they would have been fired and possibly held for either a mental health assessment or arrested for terroristic threats, or both. Paul LePage once said he was Donald Trump before Donald Trump became popular. This time when he loses I hope he will go back south where he can be friends with the former President and DeSantis, Gaetz and Rubio and stay there.