After a single night on an island in Maine in July 2011, I now know the Chebeague Island Inn can provide this respite, while also serving as the backdrop for an active, picturesque and truly memorable getaway.
I travel all the time, but I was still slightly flustered at the prospect of driving to Maine, catching a ferry, crossing Casco Bay and exploring an island alone: especially since--I'm embarrassed to admit--it had been 10 years since I last pedaled a bicycle. As it turned out, the ferry was a piece of cake, the Chebeague Island Inn's lovely and professional staff made me feel completely catered to and at home, and riding a bike is, well... just like riding a bike!
After an afternoon of swimming in the ocean, biking to a clam shack and strolling past charming houses to a quiet cove, and an evening of savoring lobster corn dogs and mint chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven while watching one of the most spectacular New England sunsets I've ever beheld, I slumbered deeply... weary not from mentally taxing to-do lists but from exertion... and woke with the daylight, refreshed in spite of the early hour. I knew in that moment I'd had the rare chance to rediscover the rhythm that suits me.