Yesterday was one of those rare hot, sticky, humid days in Maine. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky until about 4:00. The better part of my early morning was spent lamenting the sheer heat and humidity while I installed a window fan. I know that compared to much of the country, what I would consider “hot” is probably merely considered “warm”, but that’s totally fine by me. When I wasn’t combatting the effects of the unending mugginess that turned my naturally curly mass of hair into a ball of fluff that resembled a poodle, I was considering how different my life will be while I’m in school in New Hampshire.
It was due, at least in part, to this slightly nerve-wracking train of thought that I decided to go for a drive after work. I live and work in Bangor, Maine and one of the many perks of this area is that I am surrounded by water. The Penobscot River runs right through downtown Bangor, bifurcating the landscape and separating the two major (by Maine standards) cities in the area. If you follow the historic route 1 south ways you drive through Hampden, Winterport, Frankfort, Prospect, Stockton Springs, Searsport, Belfast, and many, many more. Route 1 itself is a beautiful, historic drive that weaves along the Maine coast. If you ever get the chance to drive it in its entirety I would strongly suggest you seize the opportunity. I only did a half hour drive, with a goal in mind, there’s a small boat landing just south of Frankfort’s town center and you get the most beautiful view of the river and (if the weather is clear enough) the Penobscot Narrows Bridge. I will, at some point, visit that landmark again and provide a link to that post, but for now, I’m going to stick to Frankfort and Winterport.
Winterport, Maine (Village Center, facing downriver); Photographed June 19, 2017
After leaving Bangor, the first village (and yes it is a village) you encounter is Winterport. This is an absolutely charming town which was settled in 1766 as part of Frankfort, a town just down the river. The harbor that gave the town its name remained relatively ice-free in the winter, thus leading to the name “Winterport”. When boats were coming to or from Bangor, which at that time was one of the richest cities in the U.S. due to the lumbar trade, Winterport/Frankfort was/were major harbors before and after arriving at or departing from Bangor. During the winter months, these villages were especially important due to the frequency of extensive freezing further up the river, for this reason, flour, and other necessary items were brought to the ice-free harbor of Winterport and conveyed to Bangor. If you’re interested in a more extensive history, information can be found here.Today Winterport is less of an economic epicenter and is more of a sleepy, small, village that serves as a bedroom community of Bangor.
If you drive about five minutes South on Route 1, you come across Frankfort which is (interestingly enough) the first settlement on the Penobscot River. Settled when Maine wasn’t even a state (we were part of Massachusetts for a while), Frankfort was the precursor to Bangor, Brewer, Orono, and Old Town. Much like it’s neighbor and cousin Winterport, Frankfort is no longer the thriving community it was, there are no longer shipbuilders or granite mines to stimulate the local economy. The village center proper is situated at the junction of the North and South Marsh rivers which flow into the Marsh Bay which is connected to the Penobscot further down river. More information can be found here.
Frankfort, Maine (Village Center) ; Photographed June 19, 2017
The goal of this day trip was to reach the boat launch on the Marsh Bay. I often come here when I need to think, as a break from the hectic, loud, messy life I lead. Sitting near the water, as it was just beginning to rain I took a step back and considered how blessed I am to have such a beautiful place to call home. No matter where I wander, I will always have my roots here, in Central Maine. No matter where I rest my head at night, this will always be the place I call home. God has plan for me, and even though I’m scared, even though I don’t want to take a step out into the unknown, this is a step of faith. I know that he called me to graduate school, I know that my career will allow me to serve him and serve others. Now it’s just a matter of taking a step of faith, despite my fears and trusting that This is what he has planned for me.
Frankfort, Maine (Boat Landing on Marsh Bay); Photographed June 19,2017
What I’m Listening to:
Touch the Sky – Hillsong United
You Make Me Brave – Amanda Cook
” Trust the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.” – Proverbs 3:5-6