Maine Fjords or, "Fjording for the Pines"

See, because there are a lot of pines, and lot of rivers you have to cross, and... you know, never mind.

Here's the thing.  Everyone's heard of fjords-- they're what the parrot was pining for.  They're in Norway.  Some sort of geological formation river thingie.  Right?

But if a particular arrangement of rock and water can occur in one place, why can't it occur in others?  There are a few such things that only really happen in one specific part of the world, but not that many, really.  Cenotes are mostly found in the Yucatan, for example, but there are very similar formations in Australia, and Cuba, and even Canada.

So.  A fjord, according to a popular American dictionary of enormous size, is "a narrow generally deep inlet of the sea between high cliffs or steep slopes (as on the coasts of Norway and Alaska)."  And right there, you have it-- Norway and Alaska.  Not just Norway!  I never thought of that!

And as it happens, there are bits of Maine coast that could easily qualify as well.  As we discovered somewhat to our chagrin a few weeks ago, up there on vacation, when we decided to try to bike along the coast a bit.  We're used to thinking of coast as flat, you know?  The water's flat, after all, and the coast has to meet it, so...  Turns out land can go upwards pretty sharply in some places.  And not just in The Land of Extraneous J's.  Who knew?