The people living in this neighborhood have spectacular views, and equally spectacular property tax bills.
This home has almost no yard, front or back; sitting hard by the road and the water. But there's no grass to mow.
Instead of ice, the streets and roads are just wet. Very nice for riding!
A view of several of the islands of Casco Bay
Another home without much of a yard. No place for a game of croquet or touch football. I think I could learn to live without a yard, though.
Now, here's a house with a huge yard. But it's a good 100 feet from the water!
Melting snow, wet streets, a perfect view - but this is Maine in the winter. Two days after this wonderful ride, the overnight low temperature at my house was 3 degrees below zero. And as I write this, it's snowing.
The perfect yard! I'll bet that if I'd grown up here, I'd have been a better man today. Wait - I did grow up around here. Gee, I should have been a better man.
For the record, below are two photos I took years ago of the summer cabin in which I spent summers with my family until I was in my late teens.
I was standing on the ice, looking up at the camp on Sebago Lake, during a visit to check out how the place was weathering the winter. I slept every night from June to Labor Day on the porch of this marvelous place.
This was taken in 1981, shortly before the camp was sold. When ever I meet with my cousins, who shared this family place, we talk about our summers on the lake.
A week ago, my Aunt Sena died, aged 97 years. She was the last member of the Jensen family, who built the camp in the early 1930s; she and my mother were youngest and third oldest girls in the family, respectively.
After Aunt Sena's funeral, several of us were talking about those unforgettable, long-ago summers. My cousin Jonathan summed up the deep feelings we all share:
"What a childhood ..."