Every year when I was growing up my family would take a week-long vacation to Maine and stay at my aunt's lake house and we had this tradition that whenever we would cross the 95 Bridge from New Hampshire to Maine we would all give a big shout in the car passing by the sign that read the way life should be. Combined with all the amazing memories that I have of being in Maine as a kid, kind of cemented this utopian almost picture-perfect way of life in Maine.