Soon after I took that, I noticed what appeared to be a road making a rectangle around a bit of wetland:
Which turns out to be - you guessed it - Edwyn B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge. Maybe I’ll get to visit it at ground level one day.

The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
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