Upper Letang

I have this image in my head of a race horse, all decked out in colors, glistening a little after a good warm up, fighting at the gate like a two year old being wrestled into the grocery cart by a young, busy Mom. How's that for a mixed metaphor?! At any rate, after a little delay, I'm off. On day 1, I made my way to Lubec, ME. I rolled into town about 7pm, popped into the Lubec Brewing Company where there was a little live music to accompany the dark beer that I tried. It was a mostly local crowd, save for the two woman who were sitting next to me. Their story unfolded between sips of my beer. Apparently, they were life-long, Georgia natives. Friends since kindergarten, who were doing a little road trip. Though honestly, I got the impression that it was a drinking trip that happened to be on a road headed north. Their initial comment to the bartender, "Which of your beers has the highest alcohol content?", was a subtle hint that my impression was accurate. They continued to wonder out loud at how there was so little trash up here, how easy going and friendly people were, and how much people exercised. When she asked what I did for work, her response was, "You've got the best job. PE teachers get to just pull out their lesson plans from last year and go with it. Other teachers need to plan every day". Externally I smiled and mumbled something like, "Huh. That has not quite been my experience.", while internally I was thinking, " And THIS, the viewing of the world through others' eyes, the practice of being open minded to others' opinions, is what makes getting out into the world so fascinating." As I listened and watched the two of them twitter and sip, I finished my drink and then scooted out the door and back down the hill where I climbed into my truck. It was tucked into a side street, overlooking the harbor. I heard a final screech of an eagle and saw the last bit of creamsicle colored sunset as the temperature dropped and put me to sleep. Next stop, Nova Scotia.Read more