Maine is a beautiful place. Vast forests, countless lakes, rivers, and creeks, and some gorgeous coastline. What makes Maine so special, however, is the fact that there aren't very many people there. One really gets a sense of this when traveling up into Northern Maine, where you can drive all day long and not see another soul. It's really quite remarkable that there even roads up there... that's quite a bit of money spent maintaining roads that only twenty or thirty people per year even drive on... (okay so I made that number up, but you get the idea...)
Maine has beautiful cities too. On my most recent visit, I didn't really have time to explore any of Maine's vast wilderness. Instead I stopped through the major cities, with the exception of Bangor. Even Maine's biggest city, Portland, is really more like a big town, so urban exploring doesn't take very long. It's a beautiful town though, with a very old world kind of feel.
After my walk through Portland, I headed up to Lewiston-Auburn, an old stomping ground of mine from back when I lived in Maine. I actually lived further north in a small town called Livermore Falls, but I worked in Lewiston, at a bread factory called Country Kitchen. I wanted to go by the old factory, and thanks to my olfactory system, I had no trouble finding it. I was walking around looking at the architecture when that unmistakable scent hit my senses, taking me on a nostalgic journey back to 2002 when I would drive in to work the night shift on the muffin wrap, watching a machine bag English muffins, fixing any of its mistakes and writing my first major novel in my mind, whose services were not really needed to do my job.
Lewiston is right across the river from Auburn, though I didn't spend as much time walking through Auburn, which is a smaller town with less of a downtown to explore. Still, I couldn't resist getting a few snaps.
After Lewiston and Auburn I went north towards Livermore Falls. I know the route well, having driven it many times when I commuted into Lewiston to work at the factory. Livermore Falls is a very small town, so I had only a block or so to walk to get some pictures.
Next stop, Augusta, capital city. We visited Augusta several times when I lived in Maine, but it was mostly to go to stores, so I never really explored the city. A nice place.
I then began my journey north, into the far less traveled part of the state. My destination was Quebec City, so I'd be crossing at a very obscure border stop. I figured this would make it quick an easy, but I was wrong. I was the only one crossing, but that only seemed to make it worse. They made me go inside, interrogated me, and then made me sit there for like fifteen minutes while did absolutely nothing. Eventually they let me go. Borders are stupid. The Earth, and all of her inhabitants, are free. These clowns with their costumes and laws and guns are just kidding themselves, and they are embarrassing us all with their statist rhetoric about keeping us safe. The world would be a lot safer without governments, statistically speaking.
But that's a topic for another time. My visit to Maine was short, but nice. I've already posted my pictures from Quebec City, but I think I left out an article from New Hampshire, so I'm jumping around a bit. I am far behind on posting, but I will be catching up soon, as I am now at a stopping place for several weeks with good wifi. Stay tuned for some great destinations and articles, including:
Eastern Kentucky (Richmond, Lexington, Paris, Cumberland Falls)