"The journey not the arrival matters."
-- T. S. Eliot
With Jeff leading headed north through scenic Portland and up the coast on Route 1. Think postcard perfect New England, the places that Presidents and authors hang in the summer. Clear blue skies and we are ahead of the bumper to bumper city traffic.
During a break somebody mentioned that Stephen King lived nearby and all of a sudden those New England towns were dark and scary, I became overly worried about old cars, dogs, clowns and things I couldn't see.
Left the coast and headed inland to Route 11 north, forests followed by large open areas and snow on the side of the road. Arrived in Madawaska in time to take pics and get a hotel for the night. Very depressed economy with very friendly people found a pizza joint just getting ready to close and convinced them to stay open. Had to toast our arrival with bottled water and diet coke. Formerly 26 bars in town now one and it was closed since the end of the snowmobile season.
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