Rain, mist, occasional glimpses
Maine does rock - and if I didn't have Katahdin to hit, I might hang here all day just to see what appears in the mists. Mud and wet rocks aren't what I get off on - breaking a leg - and it's chilly up here. Wimpy Southerner, temps in the mid-50s. An appreciation for a warm fire, hot tea, good couch, curled up under a blanket with a dog or two and a good read. I don't need much else.