DRIVING THE MAINE COAST One of my earliest childhood memories is trout fishing with my grandfather at Acadia National Park. A few decades later, my wife Gayle and I honeymooned on Deer Isle. In the years between, I’ve driven the “reaches,” long, narrow peninsulas that stretch like fingers into
Burgundy (courtesy Butterfield & Robinson) I’ve white-water rafted in Costa Rica, kayaked in Alaska, biked through Burgundy and walked in the Sahara desert. I enjoyed every one of these activities, but I also knew full well that there were inherent risks in each. And that’s true of all adventure travel.