Friday, November 21, 2008
I always find it hard to depart with an old tattered, coffee stained, well worn and coming apart at the seams Maine Atlas. It represents memories of exploring new places, adventures with people dear, strangers met that left a lasting impression, and the promise of a return trip to a favorite spot. But it is my fondness for Map 16, my favorite 20 mile grid that I have always been drawn to, that is my weakness, my passion and the 1 page I enjoy paying homage to before I release it back into the world. This year, "Map 16" will take on a new life as the gift box that will hold my sister's birthday present to celebrate her return to Maine.
While I was at it, it seemed a shame to let go of any part of this dear old friend. I wonder if other Mainers struggle with getting rid of their old Gazetteers too. Something tells me they just might.