I'm a NYer, but I had a love-affair with Maine when I was 18. I lived near Ellsworth in an old house on a ridge with no electricity or running water. We bathed in a rock quarry (with biodegradable soap of course), peed in chamber pots and pooped in the outhouse. We planted food and the dog kept the critters away. I worked in the blueberry fields, but that was backbreaking, so I moved into the blueberry factory. A red-headed boy I barely knew asked me to marry him. We had a goat who gave birth to a kid that was named after me. I saw the Northern Lights.
Then the snows came. None of the truck could budge and we had to snowshoe everywhere. The only heat was an Ashley stove, so we lived in one room. I got bronchitis and pneumonia and wound up on a bus back to NY - 13 hours with 102 degree fever. But it was worth it.
That was a long time ago.
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