There’s no place like home

So I was out of town for most of the last two weeks, which some of my most loyal readers might have suspected given the rather sporadic nature of my blog posting. My husband and I took a trip up to Maine — a state neither of us had been to before — by way of Cape Cod, where I have family.

I studiously avoided calling the trip a “vacation,” since retirement itself is kind of a long-term vacation. And I managed to write and schedule a lot of blogs in advance to automatically post almost every day so that I basically didn’t have to “work” at all while we were traveling.

It was a terrific trip, dampened only by the heavy rains we encountered in Cape Cod, which apparently the entire Northeast was experiencing at the same time. The weather during the following eight days, however, was gloriously sunny and warm, which made up for the soggy start.

From Cape Cod we headed north for two days in Camden, Maine, then three days in Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park, then spent some time in Concord, Mass., soaking up some Revolutionary War history. We saw spectacular scenery, met some nice people, learned some history and did a lot of hiking and bike riding.

But, funny thing …. as enjoyable as every day was, my mind kept coming back to Webster.

• As I drove through the peak colors in Concord, I wondered if that beautiful red maple in front of the Baptist Church was in its full glory yet.

• As I rode along an Acadia Park Carriage Trail, bursting with colorful autumn foliage, I thought of the equally beautiful Four Mile Creek Trail — my favorite of all the Webster trails.

• As I hiked up Mt. Megunticook in Camden and saw a sign soliciting volunteers to help maintain the trails, I thought, “Hmmm…. the Friends of Webster Trails should do that, ’cause they need volunteers ….”

• As I let the bracingly cold ocean surf run over my toes on Sand Beach in Acadia, I wondered if Lake Ontario is warmer at this time of year.

• As I wandered through Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, I took special note of gravestones which needed to be righted or cleaned, and thought of the hard work being done at Webster Union Cemetery to do that for our founding fathers’ stones.

• And as I lay my head down on my pillow at the historic Colonial Inn hotel in Concord that last night, I thought, “This is nice, but it will be nice to be in my own bed tomorrow night.”

I think the lesson I learned these last few weeks is that it’s a lot of fun to see new places, chalk up some new experiences, meet new people and try new foods. I loved every minute of it, but in the end, my heart remains solidly in Webster.

It’s good to be home.

(Click here if you’re at all interested in seeing more photos from the trip.)

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(posted 10/5/2025)

Tags: Missy Rosenberry, Webster NY