8 Hours On A Bus

This past weekend I took a little excursion up to Maine. The past few times that I had trekked up to vacationland flying was my transportation of choice. This time, however, due to last minute planning and the expensive price of flying, I decided that I'll take a good old Greyhound bus.

My journey began Friday morning at approximately 5:52 AM when I took the LIRR from my town to Penn Station. From there I got on the C train, only to get off at the next stop, Port Authority Terminal. The bus I had to catch was the 7:01 headed for Boston.

I slept most of the way. At Boston I transferred to the Maine Coast bus route which made stops at Portland, Brunswick, Bowdoin College, Bath, and Wiscasset before reaching my destination of Damariscotta, Maine at about 3:25 PM.

It's nice to get away from New York/Long Island. A lot of times I feel like this place really drags me down in a lot of ways, trapped in the confines of congested roads, bright street lamps, and endless (mindless?) strip malls.

I like Maine because I feel like that all sort of disappears.

And of course it helps that Alice is there. Helps a lot.

Speaking of Alice.....the two of us won trivia night at the Maine Coast Book Shop on Friday.

Here's a picture that I stole from Bobbi's Bookshop Blog:



Look at those champions!