Contrast Essay Intro 2

It seems that, ever since my father first touched his foot on Maine ground, he hated it. He did not fall in love with the undulating ocean that changed colors with the season. He gained no appreciation for the rocky coast where random refuse washed up that some people decorate their houses with. Even less did he care for the lobstermen culture, finding them a sloppy bunch, rude in their language and even worse in their treatment of women. The moment he smelled the sickening salty air, the scent of mudflats trembling at his nose, he wished for Montana again. "It's a different world," he said. He missed the mountains mixed with vast plains, the arid atmosphere and the sweet tang of a cowboy's voice.