Travels: Cutler, Maine Michelle Martin October 5, 2015 Well, there isn't much left to say about our trip to Cutler, Maine. It has been well documented at Wildsam and t.e.l.l. New England. I'll leave you with my favorite excerpts from the previously published pieces, and some photos. It is hard to believe that one will always remember a place when they are just passing through. On the road, things turn blurry. Notepads get left out in the rain. Names get forgotten. All one can hope for is that the good places stick. Through a story or a smell or a vague feeling that is so singular it has no name. Dean and I were coming to the end of a two week road trip through New England. We had stayed in the mountains, driven through the densest summer beach towns, and been tempted to cross the border into Canada when we were far enough north in Vermont. New England is full of history and that was apparent every night that we settled in to a new temporary home for the evening. Log homes, small beach cottages, historic inns, they all had a story to tell. Our last stop of the trip was in Cutler, Maine at the Little River Lighthouse. We wanted one last truly New England experience before returning to our small apartment in the city. We reflected on the two weeks that had been spent on the road in New England and all the different landscapes, people, and places we had stayed. You can’t escape history in New England and Little River was no exception to this. However, Little River was by far the most secluded, untouched, and peaceful of the historic places we had experienced. It was what we had been looking for the entire time.