We took the long way to Maine. Through two provinces and one state we travelled two countries. We sped along major expressways and slowed down on two-lane highways dotted with American flags and smalltown USA. We circled a city twice for one smokey non-smoking room. We talked and laughed and even argued together. We stumbled over crosswords, and worked out uber-confusing directions. We ordered our Tim Horton's en francais and in another country. We fulfilled a silly goal of mine from childhood and stopped for pictures of whatever, wherever. We waved to dogs and saw humans wave back.
We've been taking the long way to Maine for more than six years now, and I'm so glad that's the route we chose. Because getting there, to that rocky shoreline, bellies full of lobster and blueberry pie, lungs full of wonderous fresh ocean air, could not have been nearly as sweet had our jouney been any shorter.