This is the first of several “Dispatches from Maine” which I will posting throughout the summer.
I was chomping at the bit during the last two weeks before we departed home for these familiar and welcoming environs. The last week was hell . . . literally . . . as the temperatures in the Washington, DC area, like much of the eastern half of the United States, climbed into the triple digits for several days. The murderous heat, coupled with intense humidity, spawned storms that ravaged the metropolitan area. One dumped marble-size hail stones that turned our neighborhood white while a tornado touched down just a mile away and cutting power to thousands of households, some for several days. A week later, and two nights before our departure, a rare deracho formed west of Chicago and raced across the United States at almost 100 mph leaving a wide path of destruction in its wake. Much of the Mid-Atlantic states was left in the dark for days as trees were uprooted and power lines snapped. We were happy to get out of town while the getting was good!