It’s summer. It’s hot. It’s vacation time. And to my large and loving family that means one thing. It’s time to head to the beach for our annual vacation. We are a family of food lovers and each year we gather to overindulge ourselves against a backdrop of sun, sand, and surf.

I was a little tired when I finally reached the border. I had left Anchorage, Alaska two weeks before headed for the Great North Woods of Maine and the small town of Presque Isle. I was almost there.
I love visiting Canada and it had been a grand adventure. My strategy of taking the back roads whenever possible had paid off with unsurpassed scenery and chance meetings with strangers who felt like friends. But now I was road tired and close.