Well… I am in Freeport, Maine.
Wednesday morning I left Banner Elk to drive through Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia to get to Mount Airy, MD. I stayed with Lindy’s parents. Her house is so neat. She is from classic, small town America. Her parents and I had some pasta and then walked around downtown. I wish she could have been with me.
I woke up yesterday morning and drove through Pennsylvania and New York to get to Connecticut, where I took a scenic route, and then drove through Rhode Island and downtown Boston, Massachusetts. Boston was under some major construction and the traffic was horrible, so I got out of there as fast as possible, drove through a small corner of New Hampshire, and now I’m in Freeport, Maine, just outside of Portland.
I couldn’t find a campground and it was pouring outside, so I got a hotel room that cost me over $70. It is really kind of scary being way up here all alone. It didn’t hit me until it got dark. Portland seems interesting, but I’ve been listening to the radio and they are talking about Y2K, which sounds terrifying.
Well, I’m going to leave this shoreline and drive up to the mountains.