Barking dogs, busy roads, chainsaws and jet skis can ruin a beautiful spot. How about that neighbor who feels he has to share his mufflerless motorcycle sound with everyone within a half mile? You can’t tell from the pictures or web pages. There’s a certain rule of thumb here in Maine. I don’t know why but the freshwater lakes are where you go if your idea of fun involves internal combustion. Here you will find soulmates who drive their speedboats and jet skis around in summer, snowmobiles in the winter and ATVs year round. I was concerned about this when we bought our place in Lamoine on the ocean (Frenchman Bay), but my worry quickly evaporated. I remember the first year we spent here the loudest thing was a woman singing opera across the water, and then a bagpiper a few days later. Neither of these has happened since. I miss the bagpipes.
Many people who stay with us ask about noise. We are sure to mention the airport 5 miles away but little airplanes are a lot quieter than they used to be. Pleasure craft on the water are a rare occurrence; we get maybe one jet ski per year, usually on the Fourth of July. Lobster fisherman are more picturesque than noisy. The nearest road is not that busy, and it’s at the end of our quarter mile driveway. The real source of most of the noise here is the birds. Crows and gulls are the loudest. When they fight the eagle he adds his squeeky wheel. Loons warble at sunset and in winter the long tailed ducks cackle in great flocks on the salt water.
I admit, I’m kind of anti-engine. I mow my lawn with an electric mower, trim my trees with an electric chainsaw and clean my house with an electric power washer. I own no outboard motors, motorcycles, snow blowers or motorized garden gadgets. I do have a generator for when the power goes out. It’s quiet here. Not graveyard quiet but certainly buzz quiet. If you want to leave the buzz behind, stay at SeaCat’s Rest.