We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Rustic, rugged, and simple, like my parents liked it, most of the time. With the kids, seaside meant Cape Cod but, for their together-getaways, it was always Monhegan (or Europe). For long-weekend getaways, it was Mohonk. Of course, there was always the Farm too, as lovely as can be in the Massachusetts Berkshires and a short drive to Tanglewood and close to plenty of fun ski areas.
I love the Maine woods for hunting and fishing, and the crazy state of Maine in general (to visit) but my problem is that the water is too cold for comfortable swimming, unlike the Cape where it is just invigorating.
A family friend just sent me this snap of my Dad (L) and my Mom (R) with a friend on the friend's lawn on Monhegan Island, Maine. My parents had 5 kids at that point, so it was good for them to get adult-oriented breaks.
It was Monhegan traders who taught English to Samoset, the sagamore who in 1621 startled the Pilgrims by boldly walking into their new village at Plymouth and saying: "Welcome, Englishmen."
The list at that Wiki link of the artists etc. who have had summer homes on Monhegan is impressive.
Photo below is the harbor, with the Island Inn. 17 miles of hiking trails.
When my parents moved to NE before I was born, they had big plans for trips here and there: to NYC, to the Cape, to the Berkshires, what have you. They did make those trips, but in much less volume than they originally anticipated. Some of this was due to the time requirements of simultaneously caring for children and rehabbing an old farmhouse room by room. My father did most of the rehabbing himself, with assistance from my mother.
But even after the old house was rehabbed, and the time requirements of caring for children were much reduced, they didn't make many trips from the home place. At one time I considered them sticks in the mud for not traveling that much around NE. I now realize that they didn't so because in many respects the area around the home place already had many of the characteristics of a vacation spot. Lake or pond for swimming? Visible from the kitchen window. Beautiful forests? The home place was surrounded by forests. The nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away. I could walk a mile west from the home place before hitting a road. Walking north, a half mile. Walking east, after crossing the road by our house, no road for a mile- and that was a dirt road. Varied ecosystem? Creek, river, swamp, pond/lake, forest, meadow all within sight of the home place. A vacation spot right at home.