Acadia National Park, as I remember it from my itty-bitty days, invokes cinematic memories, complete with nostalgic lens flares and I’m sure plenty of post production editing. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but it sometimes felt like my parents and I were only “home” between summer trips to Maine. Mom frequently counted down the weeks “‘till Lobster” when the day-to-day grind was too much to bear, and I subconsciously adopted a reverence for the northlands that followed me long into my adult life.