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Maine Coastline

Over three years ago, my friend, Joel Malm of Summit Leaders pitched the idea of taking a small group of people somewhere in the world to hike.

I knew three things:

  1. I didn’t want to sleep outside.
  2. I didn’t want to carry a large backpack.
  3. The journey needed to include wine, chocolate, and lots of laughter.

In 2011, we embarked on an unforgettable adventure hiking 50 miles of the Scottish Highlands and staying in bed and breakfasts along the way. The pixie-dust journey is described in-depth in Wonderstruck.

When Joel approached me about another trip, I considered where in the United States I most wanted to visit. The Grand Canyon. Mount Rushmore. Running through the fields like Anne of Green Gables on Prince Edwards Isle. (Technically, that’s not America, but it’s close.)

Then I remembered one of my life-long dreams of traveling to Maine and eating lobster. Joel agreed to host the grand journey. The retreat sold out almost four months early and we could have filled the trip three times over. It turns out I’m not the only one who dreams about hiking the rugged coast of Maine and Acadia National Park.

Maine Coastline

Eighteen of us gathered in a hundred-plus year old home decorated by someone who spent way too much time on Etsy and Pinterest (that means it was super cute!) plus a quaint bed and breakfast nearby.

Group Photo MaineWe laughed and shared and reflected on how as we grow older in our faith the biggest changes often come from the smallest subtleties. Tiny words like “in,” “takes,” “blesses,” “breaks,” “gives,” and “today” can reshape the landscape of our lives forever. We prayed together and encountered Christ. Leif cooked all the scrumptious meals.

Oh, how I wish you could have been there!

I fulfilled my life-long dream of eating lobster in Maine.

Lobster in MaineLobster in MaineOn the day before the retreat, Leif and I stopped at a small shack that sold lobster and I asked for their biggest one. When the man measured the 4 pounds, he said, “I didn’t know we got one this big.”

“How long do you cook it for?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“This is your day job. You have to know this!” I pressed.

“Aim for 15 minutes and check it.”

The four-pound lobster took 18 minutes to cook, and I ate the ENTIRE lobster for lunch. I didn’t need dinner that night. Under other circumstances, the word gluttony might be appropriate, but under the current circumstances, I prefer to call it a party—and an unforgettable dream come true!

new friends in Maine new friends in MaineThe amazing people I met in Maine, the beautiful vistas, and the wild adventure are new treasures I carry with me—and I’m so grateful. Joy abounds!

So what is the place you most want to visit? And what’s holding you back from saving up, becoming creative, and making that joy-filled dream come true? 

Much love,

Margaret, Leif, & Hershey

Margaret and Hershey