Maine’s beauty lies in its rawness. Fresh, tart blueberries growing wild on the side of the road. Hills rising from the rocky shores of Camden. Winding roads built centuries ago that hug the shore connecting village to village. Colors in fall. Morning mist in Penobscot Bay. But in between the ruggedness lies the real beauty of Maine. Even a delicacy like Maine lobster still involves shells and claws. It’s raw. It’s true. It’s Maine.