I'm back at Acadia National Park in Maine where I worked ten summers as a park ranger, an experience I truly enjoyed. I'm working as a volunteer here now to see old friends and relive the past for a few days. The craggy mountains, the beating seas, the quiet paths under fragrant spruce haven't changed. The people haven't changed either. A new house, a new car, other small things, but they are essentially the friends I left two summers ago.
Maine is a unique corner of the world.
It's a culture that encourages individuality and creativity. Wiccan is alive and well here in Maine, thank you. I suspect there may be a Druid or two practicing in the depths of Maine's verdant forests. I was in a little shop just a few days ago in Machias, Maine. It had a stack of books on Christianity, and small Christian decorative oddments for sale.