Much of Maine could be said to be out of this world — the raw beauty of its rocky coastline, old-style clapboard homes dotting the landscape, and the quiet that falls over the state after Columbus Day when residents hunker down for long, cold winters. But nowhere was an other-worldly experience more pronounced for us than in the remote, almost untouched island of Monhegan.
We knew we were headed to a place that time forgot. After all, that’s why artists and writers and part-time bloggers like us go there: to see how people live simply and without fanfare in a day-to-day existence envied by many. We were told to bring our own food because “nothing’s open in late October.” “Pack it in, pack it out,” the owner of Shining Sails told us, and we thankfully heeded the warning, or we wouldn’t have even had granola bars handy for supper.
Tourists are rarely seen or heard after the season ends. And the scarcity of people coupled with remnants of another time reminded us that not much gets “packed out.” It just ages in place.
Homes boarded up for the winter take a stoic stance against the elements. Isolated and humble, they almost resemble colonies long abandoned. Until spring when tourists return and doors open to salty sea air again.
Monhegan Island is out of this world.
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To see other posts on travel in Maine, see Autumn Down East.