Summer road trips are an American right of passage, and while Route 66 is a classic and the PCH has famously good looks, no drive encapsulates what summer’s all about quite like U.S. 1, along the rocky coastline of Maine.
This is where I found myself with my husband one Memorial Day, aimlessly driving from one capital "A" adorable New England town to the next -- Ogunquit to Portland to Rockport to Camden. We stopped for blueberry pie at Moody’s Diner (est. 1927); to climb up squat lighthouses, with epic cliffside views over crashing waves; to hike, climb, and kayak in Acadia National Park. Along the way I cracked into my first whole lobster, pulled straight from a massive bubbling pot set over a wood-fueled fire, and plopped onto a tray with only a bib to go with it.
Even if you’re not a lighthouse/lobster roll kind of person, there are so many stunning places to visit in Maine -- even inland, where a vast system of rivers, lakes, and forests gives way to cascading waterfalls and sweeping vistas. And if you can’t make it there before Labor Day, you’re in luck -- this state’s an even bigger looker in the fall.