I’m at a rest area in Vermont. This is an insanely beautiful state, but now I long to be home. In fact, during a nine mile hike in the White Mountain National Forest, I decided to not head into Canada, but to turn around and head south. I think it was something about all the land and all the new faces. There was something in the voice of the beautiful girl who couldn’t find the napkins at McDonald’s in St. Jonesbury, VT… she just seemed like a human worth knowing, and I grew overwhelmed by the fact that I knew no one in the whole state. Yet, much further south, there were tons of wonderful people I did know.
On the way down I-91 in Vermont, the sky and the mountains and the light were doing amazing things. I began to cry thanks to the vastness of God’s beauty and holiness. He created so many other people. I had forgotten what a miracle it was to simply know another person.
I think that’s why God called me up here, to remind me of that simple fact.
Oh to be safe in my home. I’m so tired after such a long hike, but can’t afford another hotel. I think I’ll just sleep in my car in this rest area.
Protect me oh Lord.
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.