The sound of icicles dripping at dawn was what did it for me. The verdict was in: Maine is beautiful any time of year. Even February.
In June 2009, I took my first trip out to New England, a road trip that consisted of following hunches on locations that sounded pleasant. I learned that there are no slums on Cape Cod. Waterbury, Vermont has great pizza shops and pretty sunsets amongst the folds of the Green Mountains. Boston has freaky-looking 17th-century gravestones. It was all wonderful.