Day Thirty: Maine

Last, but certainly not least…Maine.

“Home at last,” sighs Mr. Crumpet as he hangs up his hat.

“I missed my bog,” says Orange Bear.

“Orange Bear, what do you say we celebrate with a tall stack of blueberry pancakes?”

“Forthwith, dear friend, forthwith!”

After thirty days around the world, Mr. Crumpet and Orange Bear are a little tuckered out. And what better place for them to kick up their feet (or paws) than the familiar environs of their beloved central Maine?

The late E.B. White, author of Charlotte’s Web and resident of Maine, often used his experiences in the state as inspiration for his writing. In his classic 1941 essay “Once More to the Lake,” White wrote:

One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August. We all got ringworm from some kittens and had to rub Pond’s Extract on our arms and legs night and morning, and my father rolled over in a canoe with all his clothes on; but outside of that the vacation was a success and from then on none of us ever thought there was any place in the world like that lake in Maine.

For Mr. Crumpet and Orange Bear, there really isn’t anyplace in the world like home.