Right outside of Freeport in Yarmouth, Maine is the DeLorme map store. If you've travelled I-95 north through Maine, no doubt you've seen the giant globe named Eartha in it's glass house too. We've driven past it for years now but time always has a way of getting away from us so we've never stopped in. As luck would have it yesterday, we weren't in any kind of hurry to get anywhere and had no real timetable other than making sure we got to the last ferry across the sound, so we took the opportunity to finally go in.
Its no secret that I'm a bit of a map lover. I don't covet them like a collection, but rather love them for their intended use. I've got a stack of poorly folded, creased, tattered, torn, highlighted, written-on maps here at my desk just begging to be used. Sadly the truth is, they don't get nearly as much exercise as I'd like them to but I'm working on it.
Come for the globe, stay for the maps.
I'm fairly certain that most people are drawn in by the big globe, and rightfully so... but, the maps. The Maps! The store is filled with Lonely Planet type travel books for just about everywhere and nestled neatly beside the books are the accompanying maps for those far away places.
It felt rather serendipitous that we did stop. Not 10 minutes earlier, I had asked Kenny to pick the destination of our yearly 'big motorcycle trip' for 2009, and he did. We walked in and were able to get some lovely low-level maps to begin planning our journey. As I sit here now and type this I feel giddy with idea of going away again, even if it is a year out.
Out in the wilds of Unger, WV stands a man. A Muffler Man. I finally had my opportunity to visit the Farnham Collossi on the way down to West Virginia this past weekend. He is indeed a perfect specimen. Not to be missed if you're in the area.
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Wednesday Wanderings
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Sometimes when you're in the clutches of that mental state that lives in the fog between sleep and wakefulness, anything seems reasonable.
I'm finishing up my month long break inbetween my old shitty job and my new fabulous one, so I'll just roll with the punches and see where life takes me. Like oh, I don't know. Riding around in circles looking at fiberglass legs. Whatever. I'm just going with it.
I hopped on the New London-Orient Point ferry to head back to the Island. I had no idea I was so sleepy. As soon as we got underway, I snapped a quick pic of the Ledge Lighthouse and then layed down on one of the outside benches that run along the length of the ferry. The next thing i know, I open my eyes and look over the railing to see the Plum Island Lighthouse. I had just dropped right out into a deep sleep for an hour of the hour and twenty ride.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I fell asleep on the sidewalk next to a gas station once, and at various picnic tables, parks...etc. ::shrug:: One day in my slumber, i'll just be randomly carted off with the trash and no one will hear from me again :oD
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