In the roller coaster year of 2016, the indisputable bright spot for me was the launch of 3 Score and More in May. With gratitude for all the extraordinary experiences, and excitement about what lies ahead, here’s a “best of” look at how Travel, Style, and Discovery played out over the last eight months…. Continue reading “A Blogger’s Rookie Year”
During a recent trip to Down East Maine, birdwatching per se was not top of mind. I set out to experience and get in tune with the natural splendor of the of the place, Acadia National Park in particular.
As so often happens, the most enlightening travel experiences come from unexpected quarters. My renewed appreciation of the region’s vast ecosystem came through birdwatching, with a pro, Michael Good, MS.
Oh, I recognize common “backyard” birds: brilliant male cardinals, squawky blue jays, blackbirds with flashy red trim (not a scientific term). I’ve got a bead on swans, geese, various ducks. In summer, I can spot a neon yellow finch, dazzling hummingbirds. Shorebirds, beyond majestic blue herons or elegant egrets, get lumped into one of two categories: “gulls” or “smaller-birds-that-live -at-the-beach.”
Beyond that, I am an ornithological black hole. But here’s what I learned….
Michael grounded this field trip in biology by sharing the Latin name, gender and approximate age for each bird, and weaving the geography and biodiversity of Mt. Desert Island into the bird narrative. His knowledge made it interesting; his passion made it fun.
First of all, what exactly and where exactly, is Down East Maine? It is geography mixed with sailing terminology that broadly refers to the 7,000 miles of coastline – including 4600 islands – from Maine to Canada. In the days of cargo schooners, boats headed to ports along the New England coast sailed “downwind,” from Boston pushed along by the prevailing southwest winds, and in an easterly direction on their compasses. “Down East” – a terse Yankeeism – just stuck.