Popham Beach State Park, to the eyes of someone used to our beaches, is a bit of a moonscape. Or a desert. Or just a another place on the edge of Maine's fascinating geography that, on first sight, beggers belief, stretching out every which way, people dotting hills far off, sand bars near and parallel each other, and people swimming in water cold enough to cringe your teeth, ice cream headstab
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