I was talking to a person from the west coast over the holidays. When they found out our field school was in Maine, they said we were “back east.”
I was forced to correct them and said; “no, we’re not back east. We’re down east. In Maine.”
Then, after deciding to have a bit of fun with them, I mentioned I wasn’t sure where they were, because once you get west of the Connecticut river, there isn’t a whole lot worth seeing and it all looks the same.