The Wells Reserve at Laudholm met us with an unexpected surprise. We were determined to catch the last fleeing moments of daylight at the beach, walking hand in hand. It had been a busy week with the kids and work and breathing the fresh Maine salt air seemed as it would be a welcome intoxication from our chaotic schedules. We pulled in and were happy to see there were other cars. There would be time for a brisk walk down to the ocean and back and hopefully the chance to catch a glimpse light show the setting sun creates on the East Coast.
I looked at my phone and wondered if they really locked the gates at dusk. I placed it in my pocket and zipped up my jacket, the temperatures were dropping and fall had arrived along the coast of Maine. Kyle smiled at me as if he knew what I was thinking. He grabbed my hand and led me through the stone parking lot and up the pathway to the buildings that lined the main entrance. I had been there once years ago for a pit stop on a bike ride but was so tired that I had failed to take in the beauty that surrounded the reserve. As we approached the first building, two incredibly large pumpkins greeted us and to our delight as we stepped closer we saw the intricate carvings and work that had been accomplished. I squeezed Kyle's hand, excited that he had suggested that we escape to the Laudhold Farm on that Fall evening even though our kids weren't with us.
We admired the artistry of the Jack-O-Lanterns but knew we must hurry on our way if we wanted to catch the beach before dusk had set. The trail led us through the farm and fields. We were joined by numerous birds and critters who were busily preparing their stays and journeys before a long winter landed on the coast. The chill took our breath away and we hastened our step. The trail was sprinkled with signs and information letting us know just how special is to find ourselves in the middle of the reserve. We walked and talked and smiled as we caught glimpses of somethings unexpected. When we came out of the woods and found ourselves just before the boardwalk that led us onto the beach, I realized that I had been there before. The trails had led us out to the far end of Drake's Island beach. My most favorite beach along the coast of Maine from an entirely different perspective felt as though I had traveled to a new place. I smiled when I realized where we were and said thank you to Kyle for sharing another side of the coast with me.We rushed back to our car and found a kind gentleman writing the license plates of the cars that remained in the parking lot. He smiled as he looked up and asked, "is that your wagon?" We both nodded and he replied, "you just made it." We thanked him and ran to the car. Dusk had set and the gate was being locked for the night. We slid into the seats of the wagon laughing like teenagers who had barely just missed getting caught. I'll never tire exploring the coast of Maine, whether it's with my children, my friends, or by myself. There are so many miles left and so little time, but I will do my best.
Sometimes the journeys closest to home create the most unexpected memories.
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