When mom passed just before Christmas (great timing, big guy!) my Aunt Leah, who lives in Texas but stayed with us in Ohio the last year during mom's treatment, was insistent I not wait another day to start my life while she settles the estate. I've spent almost all 21 years of it running around the same stretch of Cleveland-adjacent land, from Parma to Willoughby. She insisted I see other countries, try new foods, dip a toe in the ocean, climb a mountain, get on an airplane. I'm open to all of it, except maybe the mountain-climbing.
Well, going to South Korea or Paris felt somewhat daunting for a first trip, so I decided to try something a little more my speed. I thought perhaps seeing all 50 states would be a worthwhile project, and I was able to cross off quite a few just getting here. I like that Old Orchard Beach is a very small, sleepy town at heart, even if it's packed with summer tourists. And of course, this creaky, ancient lodge excites my Unsolved-Mysteries-Cryptzoology-Loving heart. It's the kind of place not everyone would choose to stay, but when I came across it after a deep dive for "Unusual spots + Maine" I knew I had found my destination. I bet there's some really colorful ghost stories about this place.
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