This past spring my husband and I took a road trip to Bar Harbor, Maine. How we ended up deciding on a trip to the great state of Maine is actually a rather interesting story involving a book, a dream, and years later a TV show. It began when I was in third grade.
You see in third grade, my class read Sarah Plain and Tall. It was a great book. I loved it, and its sequel Skylark. I thought Sarah was the bee’s knees. And Sarah was from Maine. After reading both of these books and watching their respective films, I decided that when I grew up and became a writer I was going to live in Maine. I had wanted to be a writer since I was in Kindergarten. I couldn’t spell to save my soul, but boy did I have some tales to tell.
Anyway, I grew up and kind of forgot about Sarah…and Maine…and gave up on becoming a writer…at least for a while. Instead, I moved to Chicago, got a job that’s quite entertaining at times, fell in love, and was puttering blissfully through life when…
One evening Scott was out with some friends. I was at home scrolling through Netflix looking for something new to watch when I came across Murder, She Wrote. I like murder mysteries, so I put on the first episode. I was surprised by how much I liked it. The next evening Scott was home, but dinking around on his computer, so I asked if it would bother him if I put on another episode. He said he didn’t mind, and the next thing I knew he was snuggled up on the couch watching right along with me. We loved it.
The main character, Jessica Fletcher, is a novelist who lives in Maine. She was who I had wanted to be as a kid. The scenes of Maine were beautiful, and I remembered all about Sarah Plain and Tall. I told Scott about my dream as a kid, and we thought it might be fun to visit to see if what I had envisioned was really true.
Thus a few months later we packed our bags and meandered our way over to Bar Harbor, Maine. Honestly, it was more magical than I had thought it would be. I don’t know if I’ve been to a place that’s quite that pretty. I mean look at that pic! It’s just one of many we had the pleasure of taking!
When we got back my husband and I joked that we would like to move there. And all kidding aside, maybe someday if jobs become more virtual, I actually get something published, and we decide to get a bit more daring. I just might end up with that third-grade dream after all. And won’t that be a helluva tale?