She propped it up against a couple pillows and made due. The upstairs bathroom housed a toilet that stood about 7 inches off the ground, perfect for potty training a 3 year old and a shower that was tucked into the same sloped ceiling. I spent more time washing the ceiling than I did my hair. It was built in the 70s, smaller people back then, I guess. And so we made ourselves at home. Before we tucked in for the (short) night, Steph shrugged, ‘Maybe the thought is that if you work hard enough and you’re tired enough, you’ll just fall asleep.’ Turns out, that is exactly how it works.
|Some of the reading material found in the cabin.|
|Steph and Virginia Chris posing while Tyler fixes Jimmy's bike that he over powered while changing gears going up hill and busted a chain. Photo op!|
|Blurry photo one of the Helpful Ladies Of Maine took for us.|
|Steph Hageman was not pleased during this.|
The show lasted about a half hour, and we were off, back to our home away from home. We stayed up for a little bit, shooting the proverbial shit with Tyler, learned all about his bike and adrenaline junkie lifestyle, then headed off to dreamland. We had decided earlier that Sunday’s ride was going to be a short one so that Steph could get back to Boston to play tourist with her friend, and I just didn’t have the blazing desire to kill myself again.
- Their state slogan is, Maine, It’s for Vacationing! 65% of residents get at least part of their income from tourism related industry.
- Maine is the most sparsely populated state in the continuous 48 states.
- Road signage is not a strong suite, in fact, where us Iowan’s are used to seeing a street sign at each street, with its corresponding intersecting street named as well, Mainers (pronouneced, Mainuhs) save 50% and only put up one. Like no one has to know what street they’re currently on. Hard to explain.
- Sometimes gravel / dirt roads are ‘the way’. GPS recognizes them, whereas in other areas of the country, the GPS would send you on a 20 mile loop before they send you on a secondary road, there isn’t an alternate route.
- They still have full service gas stations! I had no idea how to behave.
- Their towns carry on for miles, even if the main portion of it is just a string of 3 houses somewhere in the middle. There is a sign for coming and going to each town, which seem more like counties or townships than how I typically think of a town (with a main street, Casey’s General Store, bank, and a BAR.)
- Clean homeless people, kinda just look like they got dressed for work, and showed up on a median of a busy intersection.
- Their neighbor, New Hampshire, home to Mitt Romney, looks pretty much identical to Maine (in the tree-lined back roads that I saw, anyway). Their state slogan is, “Live Free or Die”, and upon entering NH, they have a big 4’x4’ wooden sign hanging from a street lamp (where you might more ordinarily see a holiday décor / wreath, or state / USA flag) with a painting of a hand gun. You probably don’t need to guess which way they swing on the political spectrum.
- The low toilet thing isn’t reserved for rustic lodges, I got extra squats in all week getting down to Maine’s level.
- If you can’t clearly pronounce your R’s, you should move to New England, they don’t use that letter anywhere.