“though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.”
― ralph waldo emerson,

 
“life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “wow! what a ride!”
― hunter s. thompson

 
maine.
land of blueberries, whoopie pies, ice cream stands, & lobster shacks.
every time i think of her, i will remember foggy, winding roads.
cicadas & gulls on repeat.
wine + cheese while counting the waves as they crash.

 
from the foggy shores of acadia
to the potato fields & wild flowers of presque isle
we are completely in love with maine.
land of blueberries, whoopie pies, ice cream stands, & lobster shacks.
 
(we have a lot of catching up to do around these parts,
but i cannot wait to share more about this trip with you.
it was seriously a dream)