Maine has entered the geography of my dreams. I cannot remember what we were doing in Canada, but we were sailing back from Saskatchewan to Maine in a boat that was so small that my feet dragged in the water. It was winter, but I did not freeze somehow. At each province border crossing, the Maine tourism board had set up little cabins to sell Maine-made stuff and to advertise the Honey Smith (no idea). This was only accessible to boats of about our size, and along a very skinny waterway. However this waterway managed to get us from Manitoba to Maine in about five minutes.