The myth of Maine endures in Cushing, a peninsula of rambling farmhouses and fields that meet the sea. The reason you come to Maine from points south is to find a lost America. You want to escape from highways and sirens, billboards and consumerism, noise and pollution. You want to find peace in nature, to walk without interruption in order to commune with your mind or something divine. Those who visit this place are seeking the innocence of summers long past, when children caught fireflies and ran barefoot through the grass. Life like this still exists, but you have to travel more deeply into Maine to find it.
The magic of Cushing is in its wild places. When you wake up to birdsong and lobster boat horns you know you have found yourself in a place apart, away from the stress and chaos of everyday, a space almost outside of time. You can walk to the dock in the still cool morning to a sailboat waiting just for you. You can kayak through the rocky coves where gulls and puffins do their daily work. You can wake up to a family of deer gently grazing in the yard, or a porcupine munching crab apples high in a tree. And when you need some of the comforts of civilization, all you have to do it drive thirty minutes to town.
For as remote as Cushing feels, the little city of Rockland is just a pretty car ride away. And there you can get your morning cup of strong pour over coffee, a flaky croissant, The New York Times, and find out when the newest foreign film is playing at The Strand. And when you have had your fill of those worldly things, you can return to your peaceful home in Cushing, to take long naps in the grass, read a novel, play a game of backgammon, and enjoy the simple pleasures of summer: shucking ears of corn on the porch, while lobster that you got from the dock (we know a secret spot in Friendship we’ll share) steams, and a bottle of Riesling chills in the fridge.
There is no downtown Cushing. There is no place to be. No rush hour or deadlines. Life unfolds at its own pace. You can rise with the sun and stay up late into the night to watch shooting stars streak across the living sky. You can also access high speed internet and connect to the world if you want to. The choice is yours. Unplug, get lost, drift in the sea of your own deep thoughts. There are trails through woods that lead to the ocean, where on your own, seemingly private beach you can collect shells never before seen by another living soul.
Find your own piece of Maine in untouched Cushing, the land of Wyeth and magic light. If what you’ve been looking for is solace, this is where you should be. We can help you find a summer rental there, where the dream of a green world is an idyllic reality.