Blunt observation aside, I did have a few good times here. I laughed when I crossed the state line, which also happened to be a line of pine trees. I'm pretty sure Maine designed this as some sort of pine-needley defense against invaders from the south, potentially from Philadelphia. I saw a yard sale sign about half an hour after I got into the state and decided to stop; glad I did! I got a second propane cooker, a blowtorch, a canvas bag, some picnic supplies, and a can of propane, all for a dollar. SCORE
I also stopped at Ferry Beach State Park in Saco, ME, and finally got to see and touch the Atlantic. I got all ready to take a swim but the water was FREEZING. I ended up just walking around in it, and even that turned my legs into ice columns. Damn you, frigid Atlantic. I also confirmed that the water tasted salty (and took some beach photos).
On the way out of the park I asked an attendant lady (or I guess I should say attendant person because being politically correct means spreading ignorance) where I should eat, and she gave me an enthusiastic recommendation for a local seafood place named Huot's. This lady (person) was wonderful; the way she talked and acted reminded me of the main cop chick from Fargo. Anyway, at Huot's I got this delicious breaded haddock samwich thing that fed me twice. Go eat there.
Slept in Maine, woke up, felt like hitting up another city and started towards Portland. Unfortunately the traffic was forming a defensive barrier around Portland, and after about an hour of going nowhere I said "fuck Portland" and headed south, first hitting
New Hampshire
which is also a very pretty state, and get this, no sales tax! Supposedly the residents get raped on other stuff but man, living next to the border would be awesome. The campground I stayed at in Vermont, I asked them where I could go get supplies and they told me to go across the border to the NH Wal-Mart. I stocked up on just about everything I could think of. On the way through there were tons of signs on the highway for a liquor store, which I don't quite understand, but now the rum isn't gone and also wasn't taxed. Stopped at another park to eat and got to see a bunch of chubby little kids swarm an ice cream truck.
Massachusetts
Stopped in Boston on my way through Mass. Very cool, very old city. You can just feel the years weighing on the city everywhere you look. Walked around for a while, mostly in the South Market area. Nothing much to say that the pictures don't reveal, so be unlazy and go look.
Rhode Island
From written journal: 2009-06-07 // 10:22p EST // Providence, Rhode Island
So far RI has this sort of "stressed" feel to it. Well, let me be fair, Providence does. Stressed worker people, stressed pedestrians, stressed drunk college chicks over there. The lady on the sidewalk who was looking at me like I was a rapist was funny too. OUR STATE IS TOO SMALL GET OUT OF IT.
That's about it. Swung through Providence at night (whole city was dead, was kinda freaky), stopped at a little pub (the Trinity Brewhouse) and had some delicious dark beer that they brew on-site, then got the hell out of there because everyone I saw was looking at me like I was something unfortunate on the bottom of their boot. (Best I could come up with.)
Afterwards I headed back into Pennsylvania where I got hijacked to celebrate a bunch of birthdays with my family & friends, including my own, so that's where July went.
Miles traveled so far: ~3319
States hit so far: 11
Next stop: Washington, DC area