"Oh, Pine Tree State!"

It’s hard to describe the feeling that first came over me when the evergreen islands of downeast Maine materialized like emeralds out of the fog. The tall pines and spruce trees seem to hold more wisdom than the oldest man, and the gray seas underneath the boat seem older than the earth itself. Here tall rolling hills that start high in the sky, swoop low to the edge of water, and in the distance loon calls echo off of the mountain peaks. “Oh, Pine Tree State!”

- Frank, Vinalhaven, Maine