Coastally Deprived

I wrote this post a few weeks ago and I’m resubmitting it in response to the WordPress Daily Post prompt of “Water.”

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Image from www.visitmaine.net

For yet another day (I’ve forgot how many so far) the temperature here in my part of the Midwest U.S. will be near 100 degrees. This is just one reason why I am so thrilled to be heading out on vacation in a few days. Mr. Maid and I are packing up to spend a week in Maine where the high temperatures promise to be in the low 70s. Sounds like absolute heaven!

Our plan isn’t complicated: explore the coast between Portland and Bar Harbor, Maine, hike in Acadia National Park, sample local beer and wine, and eat our weight in lobster.

As a lifelong resident of Illinois, it will be a particular treat to spend time by the ocean. The sea is so foreign to a landlubber like me. I am jealous of those who live near it and wonder if they take it for granted.

The bodies of water that I grew up with were limited to lakes and backyard pools.

The pools in our middle-class neighborhood were not snazzy “c-ment ponds” like on The Beverly Hillbillies, but the above ground monstrosities that dotted suburban America in the 1970s. My family didn’t have one, but I could always count on being invited by one of my friends to hang out and swim.

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The drawings in these ads always made the pools look so big. In reality, these people would have had to be about 3 feet tall to all fit!

The other option for aquatic fun was to go to a lake. My family had a cottage in Michigan when I was a kid. It’s the source of many childhood memories and no doubt will be the subject of many future blog posts. There was a small lake on the property, but we never swam in it. It was filled with lily pads, cattails and other lake vegetation. There were snakes and slugs, and well – you get the point.

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The lakes of my childhood looked a lot like this.

Instead, every other day or so, we’d drive over to Osterhout Lake for a swim. The bottom alternated between pebbles and muddy sand that would squish through your toes. My brother would scare me with hints that it might be quicksand that would suck me under. Being a big brother, it was also his job to collect handfuls of seaweed (lakeweed?) to drape on my and my sister’s heads or shoulders or sneak up under the murky water, to grab our legs and try to pull us under. Both would elicit our shrieks, to which my Mom would yell something like “Stop screaming! Unless you’re drowning, I don’t want to hear it!” Ah, good times.

Sometimes we would drive the extra 15 miles to South Haven to go to the “real” beach on Lake Michigan. Unlike Osterhout Lake, there was actually sand and waves. The water was always cold though – you’d have to walk in a few inches at a time, waiting for your feet, then your legs to adjust (i.e. become numb!) before proceeding.

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The “real” beach at South Haven, Michigan.

Later on, in Chicago, I lived within a few blocks of Lake Michigan. I was lucky enough to see its beauty every day from the 147 bus I took down Lakeshore Drive to work. As one of the “Great Lakes,” it is huge and you can almost trick yourself into thinking you’re on the ocean, but there’s really no comparison.

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Taking this route on the way to and from work each day made taking public transportation a little less miserable. Image from loopchicago.com

Now, I live a short drive from the Mississippi River. As you cross from Illinois into Missouri, you’re more likely to see barge traffic heading toward New Orleans than anything that will bring to mind Mark Twain and his tales. It’s pretty in its own muddy way though, with the Gateway Arch and the skyline of St. Louis on its banks.

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The view from a bridge over the Mighty Mississippi.

I finally experienced the ocean with trips to Florida and later the Caribbean and Hawaii. The beautiful warm water was divine and the added buoyancy of the salt water was something I wasn’t prepared for after freshwater lakes. I’ve spent some time in the northeast United States too, with its dramatic coastline and less inviting temperatures. There is simply nothing like it in the midsection of our country. It is no accident that artists, novelists, poets, and musicians have paid homage to it in a million different ways since time began.

And I haven’t even mentioned the food! You can’t imagine the struggles of the Midwestern seafood lover. If you didn’t have a fisherman in the family, you grew up on frozen fish sticks and the occasional restaurant catfish, cod, or perch (Do people even eat perch anymore? It’s been ages since I saw it on a menu.)

So, I will pack my bags and spend some time marveling at the wonders of the sea. In my short time there will try to soak up as much of the salty air (and drawn butter) to last me until the next time.

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My taste buds are ready for vacation! Image from http://www.roadfood.com.
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8 thoughts on “Coastally Deprived

  1. Sounds wonderful! I’ve always lived in Pennsylvania, never far from the coast of neighboring New Jersey. (Although the Jersey Shore is bleh, compared to other coastal spots, it does have some beauty if you ignore the kitsch.) And I grew up in the rural northeastern part of the state so creeks, ponds and lakes were my swimming spots, too. Funny how quicksand seemed like such a common and realistic threat when we were kids! That an hitting your head and getting amnesia! LOL! I hope you have a wonderful trip and take lots of photos to share!

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    • The only explanation for fear of quicksand and conks on the noggin is too many reruns of Gilligan’s Island! Come to think of it, we’ll probably come home talking like Thurston Howell III and Lovey after a week in “Bah-Haahh-Bah” Maine. haha!
      We’re flying through PHL but will barely have enough time for our connection – next time you’ll have to meet me for a cocktail. I’ll wave as I fly by. 😉

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  2. Oooh jealous! Have a good time 🙂 I regret that I only went to Maine once when I lived in the NE, and it was definitely “pre-season;” I think it was mid-April and I ended up buying a scarf there to wear while we walked on the beaches. Brrr…! But the beaches were BEAUTIFUL, and I wish we had been able to make it a longer trip. Someday we’ll go back, I’m sure. It’s such a lovely state.

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    • After the heatwave we’re having here, I welcome the cooler temps, but I’m packing some warmer things too. It’s hard to even LOOK at sweaters when it’s so god-awful hot though!

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