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Photograph of Camden, ME
Submitted by William Pead

Photograph of Cape Elizabeth, ME
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By David Lyon and Patricia Harris

Maine has more. Whatever you're looking for in New England, Maine has more coastline, more moose, more lobsters, more forest, more islands, more deer, more trout, more lakes and streams. Nearly as large as the rest of New England put together, Maine is so big by regional standards that mapmakers have to change their scale to fit the northern and eastern tips onto a page. Even the best navigators en route to Calais or Madawaska are likely to ask, "Are we there yet?"

Who cares? Getting there is half the fun.

Maine's southern coast is its sandiest, with long swimming strands in otherwise art-obsessed Ogunquit and delightfully honky-tonk Old Orchard Beach. North of Portland, rocky headlands far outnumber bathing beaches, and long peninsulas dangle off the coast like bunches of grapes. Follow a twisting turnoff to its logical conclusion, and you're almost certain to find a lobster pound and a lighthouse. If it's the Georgetown peninsula, you'll discover one of the longest and least crowded swimming beaches on the coast at Reid State Park and arguably the state's most picturesque lobster landing at Five Islands.

Lobster is king at the annual Maine Lobster Festival in Rockland, the working harbor that's the gateway to the legendary lobstering and sailing waters of Penobscot Bay. The lights, bells, buoys and mementos of the Maine Lighthouse Museum recall a bygone era -- while the Louise Nevelson, Andrew Wyeth, and Winslow Homer masterpieces at the Farnsworth Art Museum capture Maine at its most artistic. If you've a hankering to go before the mast, Rockland is also home to the lion's share of the coastal windjammer fleet.

Down in nearby Port Clyde, you can ship out on a simple ferry for a day-long idyll on Monhegan Island, where new vistas magically appear, even though some great painter or another has depicted every rock and flower.

Mainers have been seafarers for centuries -- a glorious history recounted at the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath and the even more evocative Penobscot Marine Museum in Searsport. (At one time, 10 percent of America's deep-water captains hailed from this little maritime village.)

Turn the coastal corner at Bucksport to enter authentic Downeast Maine, so named for the prevailing winds. This is the country of wild blueberries (best in muffins or pancakes), spruce-tufted islands, and the sylvan and seaside lures of Acadia National Park. The lighthouses are strung like Christmas tree bulbs along the coast, ending with the red-and-white striped tower of West Quoddy Head in Lubec, the easternmost point of the U.S.