Today I Walked through Maine

Day 114: South of Dunsmuir/Castella, CA

Maine seems to be coming up a lot for me recently. I keep meeting people from various parts of Maine. I listened to two books on tape in a row which coincidentally featured characters with a thick Maine accent. And this morning I asked a gal where she got her pink crocs and she said “a very small store called Ronnie’s, in Maine.”

And then I walked through a deep, dark fir and spruce forest so thick it is barely penetrable but for the trail, and it reminds me of the last time I was in Maine. This reminds me it’s been far too long since I’ve been in Maine.  A strange nostalgia for a place I’ve hardly been takes over my heart.  Maybe Maine does have a strange power of those born there, regardless of how soon they leave.  Maybe this is why the locals consider me family too.


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