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Slab City, Maine


If you head westish out of Lincolnville Center, Maine, as I did today, you’ll run into a place named “Slab City” on the map.  As you can see from the photo I snapped over an open field, it’s not really a city and I couldn’t find anything like a slab.  This whole part of Maine has been quarried in the past, which possibly might explain the historical relevance of a name like “Slab City,” but I struggle to associate the stark name with the lush, overgrown summer scene of woods, farms and the very occasional house I encountered. 

I couldn’t find a soul in Slab City to explain how the name got matched with the place.  All I heard was the wind beating against tall grass as a thunderstorm rolled in.

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