It may not feel much like spring in Maine right now – despite Wednesday, March 20th, being the first official day of spring – after all, the state just received another 10-18 inches of snow, depending on your location, and there’s a potential for more in a storm system next week. But, spring is here, and with it comes a blog post on spring activities in Maine.
Given the recent snowfall, spring skiing should be at the top of the priority list. As temperatures start to rise, but the snow in the mountains remains, there are rarely better skiing days. After bundling up for the slopes all winter, there’s nothing more enjoyable than feeling the sun on your face, wearing a fleece, and whipping down the mountain. For great spring skiing, check out Sugarloaf USA, Saddleback, Sunday River, and more.
One of my favorite things about Maine is that there are four true seasons – you get a real spring, short summer, real fall, and a long winter – and these transitions bring special activities year round. As spring progresses, activities like hiking, gardening, and attending spring and early summer festivals get you outside and enjoying the warm weather. Stay tuned for a post this week on the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens in Boothbay, Maine. Hiking, biking, and experiencing the great outdoors doesn’t get much better than in Acadia National Park. Their extensive carriage trails provide manageable options for children and inexperienced cyclists as well as more challenging terrain for those looking for adventure.
The end of spring, in June, brings a number of festivals that I want to mention briefly. In June-July, you can celebrate Maine’s maritime tradition with at the Annual Heritage Days in Bath, Maine. Also in June, the La Kermesse Franco-Americaine Festival in Biddeford offers an opportunity to celebrate and explore Maine’s Franco-American heritage.
To close on a personal note:
With spring comes mud season in Maine. I remember describing this to my husband – the melting of the snow and frost, in combination with spring rain, and the results – deep, squishy, dirty mud. Lots of it. The defining image of mud season in my mind comes from my childhood – we lived in a white farmhouse at the end of a dead end road – and every spring, the mud would seep up between the walkway stones, making it impossible to venture from the car to the house without your feet being enveloped in it. And every spring, my parents would set out a series of low, wooden bridges, made of 2-3 planks each, lifted about 4 inches off the ground, so that we could more easily (and cleanly) manuever from the car to the house. I will remember the clattering noise of feet, planks, and stones all my life, I’m sure – as well as the childhood joy of leaping from set to set, making it more of a game than a walk.
So – may you enjoy the best of springtime in Maine, with mud kept to a minimum!