January is a tough month to live in Maine. It’s cold. Really, really cold. As I noted in a Facebook post yesterday around 4:30pm:
So it’s currently 15 outside but “feels like” 2. The low for tonight is -3.
Translation: it’s effing January in Maine.
It’s the time of year that friends and family “from away” don’t want to visit. It’s also the time of year I start reminding myself why I live in the state, despite the fact that it feels so cold out I want to cry. (But can’t because it’s too darn cold!)
Maine really is an awesome state to live in. It’s been described as fiercely independent.
Maine has no billboards, and our state treat is the whoopie pie. (Not to be confused with the state dessert, which is the blueberry pie. Seriously, the legislature voted on it.) You can’t get there from here, but there’s lots to do year round here in Maine.
There’s Maine Maple Sunday.
Strawberry picking in the summer, and apple picking in the fall.
While everyone else is roasting in the summer, we get to have fun in the kiddie pool.
There are tons of parades, carnivals and festivals.
The ability to have an evening campfire in the yard throughout the summer is pretty cool.