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early tuesday morning i woke up in lowell, MA (birthplace and boyhood home of one Mr. Jack Kerouac) and i had to make a decision. i'd left boston the day before and had no idea where the hell i was going to go from there. so after spending about half an hour poring over my map, i decided that i was going to make it to portland, ME before the sun went down that night.
it was to be my first day of real traveling, of being back on the road (after staying indoors in boston for so many days) since...i don't know how many months ago.
so i walked to the highway.
after never waiting for more than 45 minutes on 8 rides (including one from a very nice Massachusetts state trooper, and another from two Boston priests in Maine who bought me a bag of food and handed me $50 when i got out of the car), walking i don't know how many miles, and breaking in my pack, my back, and my boots...i made it, with an hour to spare before sunset.
i found a spot to sleep and drank a jug of wine in celebration...but i'm leaving here in a few hours to hop a train to a town about 40 miles north of here - and from there i'm cutting west towards burlington, VT, upstate New York, and then Montreal by the first week of july. and it's straight west from there for a long, long...long time.
about 3000 miles.
but admittedly i was a bit nervous yesterday morning...should i really be doing this? it feels like it's been so long. but the travel gods saw to it that i toughened up and reminded me of how great this life is.
it was to be my first day of real traveling, of being back on the road (after staying indoors in boston for so many days) since...i don't know how many months ago.
so i walked to the highway.
after never waiting for more than 45 minutes on 8 rides (including one from a very nice Massachusetts state trooper, and another from two Boston priests in Maine who bought me a bag of food and handed me $50 when i got out of the car), walking i don't know how many miles, and breaking in my pack, my back, and my boots...i made it, with an hour to spare before sunset.
i found a spot to sleep and drank a jug of wine in celebration...but i'm leaving here in a few hours to hop a train to a town about 40 miles north of here - and from there i'm cutting west towards burlington, VT, upstate New York, and then Montreal by the first week of july. and it's straight west from there for a long, long...long time.
about 3000 miles.
but admittedly i was a bit nervous yesterday morning...should i really be doing this? it feels like it's been so long. but the travel gods saw to it that i toughened up and reminded me of how great this life is.