I saw the ocean again this year. Traveling by plane for the first time since the COVID-19 pandemic, I went to New England. My last vacation up to this point was at a resort in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, which is nestled between the Sierra Madre mountains and the Pacific coast. It felt appropriate to bookend years of travel restrictions with a visit to the other side of the continent.
I’ve previously written here about some highlights of my New England trip, including camping near the White Mountains range. But another memory that I’ve been revisiting lately is my day in Ogunquit, a somewhat touristy resort town in southern Maine.
The town is built on rolling hills overlooking the Atlantic Ocean with quaint shops and many restaurants. They all serve lobster. In fact, the essence of Ogunquit was distilled in an expensive-looking house that I saw, which was built in the colonial vernacular style and had a dozen empty lobster traps stacked up by the curb.
