Tucked away from the tourist traps, Lubec Maine is the type of place that calls to wanderers. The town is tucked into the open edge of the Bay of Fundy. It has always seemed like a place where adventures should start. The town sits of the edge of the United States, looking over towards Maritime Canada. It many way it seems to be a world apart.
The most eastern town in the United States, Lubec is known for Quoddy and neighboring Campobello Island. The town is an incredible place in its own right, though many fail to see it. I have spent countless Summers wandering the streets, trying to discover her secrets. There are concerts are art galleries, and beaches strewn with sea-glass. Yet at the same time fishing boats are moored out in the harbor, and rusted chevys move around town. The new blends in with the old, creating a eclectic city at the edge of the sea.
The Bold Coast is a place of stories. As you head up Route One, the hustle and bustle fade to the quiet of the East. It is a place that is quiet, and ways have always reminded me of the past. Things become slower and more deliberate. One hundred years ago it was much different. In the heyday of Maritime Trade, nearby Eastport was a bustling shipping center. In many ways this part of the Maine was much more worldly two hundred years ago than it is today. As the times changed, these town faded into obscurity.
Maybe it is the lonely nature of these places. Lubec has a haunted quality,where people were and now are gone. I love this beautiful lonely place because it is full of stories. its a place where the new tourist crowd intersects with the old guard, creating a cultural mosaic that I find it hard to look away from. Its always been a place that pulled at me. Months later, I wish that time would let me return there. It is a timeless place that stands at the edge of my world.