It always kinda weirded me out that there exists an entire civilized country north of Maine. In the States, Maine is thought of as the Great White North, all frigid and isolated. That there was a country that didn't even begin until after the most northern of Maine's northern forests had passed just seemed illogical. But exist it does! And, as proof, my girlfriend and I spent a couple days there, along the St. Lawrence River.
It's no secret that I love wind power, and I have to say that I was filled with pride at seeing Maine's only (for now) large-scale wind farm in full glory. Mars Hill, the hill, seems to rise out of nowhere (this is flat potato country), and really towers over the Mars Hill, the town. The 28 turbines were spinning like mad. I took these pictures at a gas station in town and while I was there I asked the woman at the counter how she felt about the project (some people living close to the turbines have complained about the noise): "Doesn't bother me, I don't live close to them."