There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is? One in particular. It's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. At the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. Pry it up and dig underneath it...
I think I know that oak. Its where asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes.
That's somewhere near Portland (not Portlandia Portland just like it's not maine like the lobsters). Your stacks in trouble now. I know where that is, I'm only a hemisphere away and I'm a really strong swimmer. You done messed up.