Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Stories from the Road (10 years later) - Maine

What an amazing drive in September. Driving Route 1 up the coast heading to Maine is a gorgeous drive, and has to be done by all, at some point in their lives. I know it sounds crazy, but when you do it, you'll understand why I tell you. There is nothing else like it. (Actually, when I tell you about the rest of the trip, there may be a few things!) We were driving up from Massachusetts, and had a great time doing it. We arrived in Maine, and decided to camp out in a small town called Saco, which was a few miles away from the famous town on Kennebunkport, home of the Bush family compound. This seemed a nice idea except for one thing. Neither of us had camped out in more than 4 years, and we had no tent, no sleeping bags, no pillows, no camp grill, no equipment at all except for my awesome truck and our great looks. So we went to the local Wal-Mart and headed to the Sporting Goods section. Now every Wal-Mart is the same, just the people who work there are different. But we ran into the most racist person I have ever met in Maine's Wal-Mart. Seriously! I was very upset by this fact, and we were both very appalled by this guy. Anyway, we got our tent, bought some supplies for the road, (like paper towels, stuff like that) and went to a campground to find a place to stay the night. Neither of us thought to get pillows, or blankets, or anything like that. We stayed the night on the ground, with nothing comforting for us. I literally slept with a roll of paper towels as a pillow! But we managed to make it through the night, and the next day drove to Camden Maine. It is a gorgeous coastal town, and has such an amazing feel to it. Well, that night, we went out in the town and had a few drinks. Well, I did at least. We had an unspoken rule that if one of us got plastered, the other would hold off drinking to take care of them. This worked out well for the whole trip. However this night would be one of the rare nights where I was the one drinking. I had plenty of alcohol, and was learning new mixed drinks since they cut off my Long Island Iced teas after only 3. (They thought I couldn't hold my alcohol). So after a few hours of a good time, we decided to leave. Chris had the keys, so he was driving. But before we got in the car, I decided in my stupor that I needed to pee. This was an issue, since we had just closed out the only bar that was open. So, I had a brilliant thought- Pee on a fire hydrant! Chris was trying to politely tell me to hold it until we got back to our place, but I corrected him. "I'm a fireman... I am allowed to do this!" After finally getting back into the car, we went back to our hotel. In Camden, this amounted to a small cabin overlooking the ocean. It was amazing. Of course I realized this when I woke up the next day. That is one trait that I have that is a bad one... I have never had a hangover. But I do have some good times after drinking... there are plenty more stories to come from our trip!


  1. I'm not sure if this leg of your trip sounds fun or not. I want to see that part of the country but that Walmart employee chills my blood. Your version of camping sounds a little too much like roughing it, too. We have a generator and an air bed. :) I definitely enjoyed reading, though!

  2. That's quite a trip! I wonder what the Camdenites think of their late night pisser? :P