188 P r t L a n d montHL maga ine iC nS from toP: courtes PHoto HitcHcocK House monHegan fiLe PHoto journey across to the island by the small boat completed both of these ends and each familiar personal landmark, drawing from us always the same exclamations–”The four-masted schooner is still there!” “Isn’t that the five mile buoy?” “There’s our big spruce tree!”–linked us at last completely and satisfactorily to all past summers–to all vacations and to Maine. But on this swift flight to North Haven in the Sirius my mind was so far behind my body that when we flew over Rockland Harbor the familiar landmarks below me had no reality. It took my mind overnight to catch up again and I lost much of the usual joy of arrival. I have had this sensa- tion in flying many times before–this lack of synchronization of the speeds of mind and body. Pessimistically I have wondered if rapid transportation is not robbing us of the realization of life and therefore much of its joy. But I have decided that we are like the nearsighted man who is not yet used to his new spectacles. We are still trying to look at horizons. Our children will mea- sure their distances not by steeples and pine trees but by mountains and rivers. And these landmarks will mean as much emo- tionally to them as the four-masted schoo- ner in Rockland Harbor did to me.” ■ –Anne Morrow Lindbergh, from a diary entry written during the Lindbergh’s flight to the Far East, documented in North to the Orient.