Maine has always been my nature escape. The place where I would go to recharge after the frenetic pace of city living began to take its toll. And, of all the places I have visited, this is my favorite.
As our airplane flies low over the Zambezi River I count numerous elephants and hippos grazing along the verdant banks and wallowing in the cool river current. We circle back to land on the dusty, dirt runway and as the plane doors open, I am blasted by a hot breeze that offers little relief. From the airstrip, it is a short drive to the river where we board a boat for Sausage Tree Camp where I will be spending the next three nights.