It's nearly the end of day 3 in Cushing, Maine, and among the observations I have is that directions anywhere around here usually involve taking three consecutive left (or right) turns. Just play that one out in your head for a moment. Anyway, the roads in these parts are narrow and winding around corners in ways that make the faint of driving heart nervous, at the very least. Fortunately for me, my driving is always during the day, and my Silverado maneuvers well in spite of its large size.
Another observation is courtesy of my younger stepson, who has noticed that many of the people he sees in Maine are of a short, stout physical disposition. After two trips to WallyWorld, and well, I have at least some observations to back up his point. No doubt this attribute serves them well in the harsh Springs, Autumns, and Winters.
To that last point, I actually did some checking, and it turns out that the average month-by-month temperatures in Cushing, Maine, are not all that dissimilar to that of, for example, Scranton, PA. So much for that theory. Maybe it's more about a diet high in potatoes and blueberries (with the former seeming to me to be what would grow in these parts...the latter is a given). In any event, while stocky in stature, the folks here are also pretty friendly, even to outsiders careening down their winding roads in Silverados.
All other points aside, this place is very much Maine, with all that entails. This is an old place, and it's hard not to be impacted in some way by what you see.