Found In the Woods

I want to get back off the beaten path. To find a place and buck the trend. Diss the popular and seek the unusual. Find a road and drive down it just to see where it leads. Because it's always the spontaneous, the unexpected which yields the most interesting results. Something to talk about. Something to brag about. Something to write about.

I want to head to Maine again. Wake up at three thirty in the morning, shower and grab my bags. Hop in the car and watch the sun rise over the Susquehanna. See the fog make its last gasp over the corn fields in Delaware. Grab a noonday lunch in Connecticut in some ancient port town. Up and over the craggy hills of Massachusetts and smell the thick, sweet pine state air, laden with fir and cone. Stop at the side of the road, silent and high above Carabassett lakes. Smell the air and smile as your friend emerges from the brush and greets  you. It is now your journey begins.