Vertago

Mainiac

                I love Maine. I like to fish and drive around the winding roads and leaf pick the autumn trees.
          My mom kept a book of fall leaves. She'd iron them between wax paper. I just look at the bight red
          and orange trees. There are nature walks and the beaches are postcard perfect. When I'm feeling
          self absorb; I just sit on a bench at York Beach. It's a religious experience with a choir of waves and
          sea gulls and chattering tourist. How many waves have washed those banks? I like to think I'm
          having a profound experience. But, I imagine many other people have felt the same way.
                My first visit to the beach was a family outing. I was awestruck by the atlantic.
          We had taken the fiery up to Paragon Park. The sea air filled my nostrils on the roling fiery.
          I vomitted over the side and was mesmerized by the frothing breaking waves. Paragon Park
          had a wooden roler coaster and Captain Buck's Resteraunt. I prefered the resteraunt and the
          battered jumbo shrimp. The roler coaster had a habit of breaking down and people would have to
          walk back down on the wooden cat walk. It was very creeky and I didn't like it. My favorite was the
          cable lift. All you did was sit in a cable lift and look about the park as it swung over the park.
          .. slowly. I'm not a dare devil. There was a beach and a place to play horse shoes. I like that.
          My brother insisted on taking the roler coaster ride. It got stuck on the high point of course and
          we walked down. The giant slide was okay. I just don't enjoy hieghts. But, it was a fond memmory.


          I feel like a nap.