Day 29: The Front Porch Cafe

July 2, 2009

Had a good morning fellowship with Buck and he let me use his phone.
It's the first time I've been able to talk to Marcie since her wreck. She's back at home and recovering but it's been a rough experience.
I spend the entire day hiking in the rain. It was so bad that a couple in a car actually handed me 4 bucks and offered to give me a baseball cap. Then, as I'm entering the town of Dixfield, a lady pulls over and gives me 10 dollars and tells me to stop at the Front Porch Cafe for a warm meal. These are always wonderful opportunities to witness and let people know what I'm up to. God's fun like that.
Soaking wet, I enter the Front Porch Cafe and the owner turns out to be a Christian and she proceeds to tell everyone in the restaurant what I'm doing.
Free publicity is the best. :)
As I eat, she sits with me and we talk. She calls her pastor and arranges for a place for me to stay the night. Then, by the time I finish my meal and start to leave, somebody else pays the bill for me.
This town is AWESOME!
They cart me over to the parsonage of the Church of the Nazarene where they have a room for me, a hot shower and a chance to do some laundry.
I eat dinner with the pastor and his wife and this is where I discover how awesome A & W Cream Soda is. It literally tastes like a root beer float! How did I not know this before?!?

Day 28 - PEN-AW-THA

July 1, 2009

After packing up my stuff and checking out of my room at the Farmington Baptist Church, I headed back to the main road to head south to Wilton. Not before grabbing an early lunch at Subway, though.
Five dollar foot longs are a GREAT deal when you're living on the road.
Once I got to Wilton, I kept pushing west to East Dixfield.
It's Wednesday, so my thinking was to find me a church service in town and get some fellowship.
Unfortunately, NONE that I came across offered a mid-week service.
Oh well.
At the edge of town, I stopped at the convenient store/lunch counter to converse with some of the locals and try to find out where might be a good place for me to bed down for the night.
They directed me over to some property down the road where they assured me that I'd be welcome. So, this is where I meet up with a man by the name of Larry 'Buck' Bisbee.
He's located right on Route 2 and he likes to call the place 'Pen-Aw-Tha', which apparently is the Maine way of saying 'pen author'.
It's a sort of hide-away spot for writers to do some workshopping and focus on their craft.
But, writing isn't the only craft located here.
It seems that Buck is quite the music fan. His whole place is set-up as Maine's Country Folk Music Theatre. Subsequently EVERY weekend is a musical extravaganza where talented people come from all over to sing, play and fellowship as much as possible before having to go back to the 'real world' on Monday.
Too bad I won't be here for that. It sounds like a real hoot.
So, instead, I get the privilege of hanging out with Buck and talking about music and ministry and even film production.
His property was recently the setting for a DVD movie called, 'Bare Foot Country Girl', of which he directed and produced using local talent plus whatever other resources he could muster together. He was also kind enough to give me a copy.
Now, I just need to get him a copy of the Dinosaur DVD that we put together. It might take me a while to accomplish that one, though.
Once it was time to turn in for the night, he directed me out to the official 'Pen-Aw-Tha' cabin.
I have now officially made myself at home and am settling down for a good night's sleep.
This place is quite the visual odyssey. And, it's pretty cozy.

Day 27 - Seth Wescott is my Hero!

June 30, 2009

I've been told that this is the third rainiest June in the history of Maine. How fortunate for me. :)
The good news is, today it's NOT raining.
Cool beans!
After having breakfast with my new friends, I hiked south on 27 all of the way to Farmington.
It's amazing how something so long and tedious can be written out in such a short sentence.
(the hiking part, not the breakfast with new friends part)
As I approached the downtown area, I was greeted by the sounds of music emanating from the town square gazebo. So, I gladly walked in, took a seat and enjoyed some live music for a bit.
Eventually, I had to tear myself away and find something to eat. Once I established that the Granary had a wireless connection, I dropped in for a bite.
As part of the 'meal deal', I was awarded a free ticket to a local movie of my choice. It's been a while since I've seen one of those things, so I gladly accepted.
I was fortunate enough to have been connected with a local church through the family I stayed with last night. So, I found out where the Farmington Baptist Church was and headed on over.
The people there were great. They blessed me with some dinner and set me up in room #3.
This place apparently serves as quite the hub for a LOT of activity. They have groups come in all the time for lots of missionary work and such throughout the year. So, it was great to take a peek into their world for a day.
As it got later, I made my way back over to the movie theater to check out 'Year 1', a modern comical spoof of the Old Testament and beyond. As you can guess, it wasn't accurate.
For what is was, (a Hollywood movie with an ensemble cast of comedy actors who don't know God) it was entertaining. But, nevertheless, it was quite crude and blasphemous and vulgar, etc...
I certainly didn't think the results would be any different. I'm pretty sure I was just excited to get a free ticket. Oh well, this world doesn't have very much longer. I just wish more people would discover the truth before it's too late.
It's a good thing that's the objective of the team I'm playing for...Christianity.
I guess I'll have to do my part and we'll see what happens.
God only knows and only time will tell.
Except for eternity, of course, which is 'outside' of time, but then I digress...

Day 26 - New Vineyard

June 29, 2009

It sure does like to rain around here.
I left the campsite this morning and crossed over the bridge to head south on route 201A.
Somehow, I manage to view a DHL van, a UPS truck and a FedEx truck all in the same day. Don't look now, but I think this might mean that I'm on the verge of civilization. Maybe?
At least is 'seems' hopeful.
I made such good time, I decided to go ahead and follow route 234 west all of the way to New Vineyard.
This proved to be slightly strenuous. The end of my twenty mile day found me sitting on the front steps of a town building, tending to a HUGE blister on my right heel, while trying to stay out of the rain.
This was the tricky part. It was after hours and the building was closed. New Vineyard would be extremely flattered if I referred to it as a 'small' town. And, I had nowhere else to go.
So, there I was, at not yet 5 pm without a soul to be seen anywhere.
That's when I finally had to give up and reserve myself to the idea of finding the nearest church down the street and camping out somewhere on their property.
After all, if I'm going to get in trouble using someone's property, it might as well be a church, right?
But on my way to the church I noticed that the town office/library had a car in the parking lot. So, as a last ditch effort, I walked in hoping to gain some useful advice on where to spend the night.
I entered to find not one, but two ladies, at the front counter. They were both intrigued by my appearance and asked about my journey. As I told them what I was doing and why I was doing it, the customer lady (Dinah) became very interested.
It turns out that her and her family are very active in the local churches and her daughter was even recently involved in a Creation Ministry class.
Here's the fun part.
She thought it would be fun to take me up the street and introduce me to her daughter and son-in-law in hopes that they might let me stay there for the night. So, with nothing else to do, I gladly tagged along for the ride.
Their names are Chip and Kathy. Chip had just left for the evening to go to the movies with some friends and Kathy was just about to leave on some errands of her own.
But, before she left, the three of us sat out on the wrap-around porch and talked ministry as they continued to pump tasty food and warm fluids into my system.
Kathy thought it would be better if I stayed on the porch until Chip got home and I was a-okay with that. It gave me the opportunity to get in out of the rain and get my tent and equipment dried out as well.
So, with a few hours to kill, I put together a quick little update video and crawled inside of my rapidly drying tent for a quick nap.
Once Chip arrived, he invited me in and set up the downstairs room for me. I was finally able to get a warm shower and, afterward, when Kathy returned, the three of us hung out and talked for a while.
All in all, it was a productive and interesting day.
But, as I'm learning on this journey, that's par for the course.

Day 25 - Lake Texoma?

June 28, 2009

I left the Riverside Inn this morning and marched south on route 201.
On my way out of town, I briefly stopped at Irving's Lunch Counter to grab a quick bite to eat. Here, I was able to share with a few of the locals.
As I continued south into the town of Solon, I arrive at a convenient store right next door to the Solon Congregational Church. It's Sunday afternoon and the church has a sign out in front that announces a 2 pm piano concert. I couldn't help but notice that I'm about 20 minutes early for it. So, knowing that God has some pretty good timing, I head into the convenient store to find me some of that miracle salve I've been hearing so much about, Lewey's Insect Repellent. Apparently, it's the 'bug juice' of choice of all of the local loggers up here and it's extremely eco-friendly without all of that much frowned upon deet. At this point, ANYTHING's better than what I've got, which is nothing, so we'll see how this works out.
At 2 o'clock, I walk into the church next door to enjoy the concert and happily find that it comes complete with refreshments as well. Bonus!
After the recital, I had the opportunity to talk to a lot of the people along with the preacher and his family. They recommended to me a campground down the road. So, I went for it.
On my way to it, I couldn't help but notice a a severe lack in the town of Solon. With a name like that, how could they not have a 'Solon Hair Salon' or even a 'Solon Saloon'. What a disappointing oversight. If only people would learn to call me about these things. ;)
I also noticed more of the same sad theme found throughout these northeastern states... abandoned factories and plants. In many of the towns I'm walking through, it's easy to see the evidence of once thriving businesses and industry of yesteryear. Unfortunately, that's all that they are these days, just distant memories of a prosperous past. Bummer.
So, I finally get to the Evergreens Campground and check in. They assign me tent site 'H'. I wasn't able to get very far talking with the owners, though. They didn't really seem to care one way or the other about who I was, what I was doing or even what I had to say. I couldn't see any evidence as to what their belief system was, if they had any, but they certainly weren't open to anything I was bringing to the table. Oh well.
I did enjoy the campsite, though. I took the time to wander around and reminisce about my childhood experiences back at Lake Texoma. I can remember tagging along with my grandparents and their Methodist Church group as they would make a yearly rendezvous up to the lake for some fun and fellowship. (I'm from the Dallas, Texas area.)
The setup here in Solon gives me that same feel with the beach running alongside the back of the sites. There's plenty of room for the pop-up campers, the RVs, the tents and the campfire pits for those ever important gatherings of song, stories and, of course, S'mores. Those were really good times. And, now here I am all of these years later and so many miles removed, doing something I never would've even imagined back in those days.
Life is strange like that. If only we would appreciate those moments in life a little more while we're actually in the middle of them. Because, once they're gone, they're gone. There's no going back. The only moments we have are the ones we're currently in. The past is always there for us to cherish, but let's not forget to make the most out of the present. Because, it's the present that determines what happens to our future.
I think it's time for bed.

Day 24 - Here's the scoop!

June 27, 2009

This has been a good day to relax. Yet, I've also received some troubling news.
First off, I took full advantage of this wonderful room and let myself sleep in for a bit.
The Riverside Inn, where I'm staying, is less like a hotel and more like the old-time boarding houses that you see in movies like Forest Gump and such. It's the kind where all of the rooms on the same floor share a common bathroom. It's really great and the owners are VERY accommodating.
So much so, that when I discovered how inexpensive the room was, I decided to take an extra day to let my feet heal up and enjoy the extended luxury of being able to do my laundry downstairs.
I took the time to walk through the town for a bit and visited the local store down the street to pick up some groceries before I headed back to eat some lunch at the 'Here's the Scoop' Restaurant next door to the Inn. I MAY HAVE treated myself to some more ice cream, too. Just maybe.
Now, so far on this trip through Maine, my cell phone service (Sprint) has been completely useless. And, I do mean COMPLETELY.
I've gotten to where I don't even carry it on me anymore because it NEVER gets a signal. I just take it out of my pack every day or two and try it out to no avail. So, needless to say, I'm not able to stay in very good contact with anyone in the outside world. Therefore, piggy-backing on wireless networks is my only real chance to do so.
I have a friend in Pensacola, Florida (Marcie) who I like to refer to as my 'Executive Secretary' for this mission trip. She's my eyes and ears and my reliable real-world contact as I'm trouncing around coast to coast in this tiny country of ours. Well, I just received news today that she has recently been in a car wreck. From the look of things, it was just less than a week ago and she is now recovering in the hospital in fairly good condition. It was a head-on collision.
Wowzers!
The only way I know this is because someone has posted some information about it on facebook. While I am VERY grateful to hear that she is okay and that the REALLY bad bit is behind her, it certainly feels strange being so far away and so helplessly out of contact. The only real thing I can do now is pray and hope that she'll be back in action soon. We'll just have to wait and see what God has in store.
She's a pretty impressive woman of God so I'm hoping that this'll turn into an amazing testimony.

Day 23 - Soggy Sore Feet in Bingham

June 26, 2009

I am WORE OUT!
When I woke up this morning to get ready to get back on the trail, I didn't know what I was in for. I was greeted by my trail friend, Dan (Smokey). He had gotten up around 4am and starting from where I had lunch yesterday, he had already hiked up and over the mountains and back down to where I was. So, it was nice touching bases with him before our roads split.
I say split because his intention is to stay on the trail, while mine is to follow the jeep trail headed for Bingham.
I reached this conclusion yesterday and it was the culminating choice of several factors. The first and foremost of which is the crossing of the Kennebec River. That takes place further down the trail in Caratunk and the crossing is so severe that there's an actual ferry that is mandatory to get to the other side. Ultimately, I know it's a legitimate excuse for a short boat trip but I just can't help but feel like I'd be cheating if I didn't actually walk every step of the way to Mexico.
So, after consulting with the map and guidebook and talking it over with Dan, I take off in the general direction of Bingham, where my footpath won't be hindered.
Choosing this action is also beneficial in getting from point A to point B a LOT faster. These mountain trails don't have a very specific agenda when it comes to arriving quickly at your destination.
The map wasn't too clear on the roads of this area and how they connect up with the Bald Mountain Brook Shelter, but armed with my compass, a general sense of direction and the faith that this jeep trail that runs by the shelter seems to be headed, more or less, in the direction I think I would like to go, I'm off. So, it's farewell to Dan and I'm curious to see if his path will be as quick as mine. I'm pretty sure that I'll end up ahead of him further down the trail. I guess only time will tell.
The jeep trail turned out to be a logging road and, after several miles of twists and turns, I finally come to a roadsign that assures me that I'm only 13 miles away from the town of Bingham.
At this point, it's interesting to note that the past several days of tromping through endless streams and continuous mud bogs have rendered my feet into a perpetual state of wetness. More interesting still, is the fact that my feet have felt GREAT. No soreness, no blisters, no problem.
But, apparently now that I'm on the dry and rocky path, I'm finding things to be a LOT different.
Somehow the drying out of my feet and boots have not been conducive to my new hiking environment. So, with about 6 miles left to get to town, my feet are REALLY starting to feel it.
This is also about the time that the mosquitos decided to come out and express their appreciation for my presence along the side of their river.
Oh, what joy!
Rest assured, this was relatively short-lived because, with just a mile or so left in my journey, it started to rain. This was no ordinary rain, though. At first, this was a welcome deterrent from my insect escort. Soon, it was much, MUCH more.
It began to rain with such amazing vigor and determination that I could've walked through a full service car wash and not been able to tell the difference.
So, by the time I walked into Bingham, limping, itching and completely drenched to my very soul, I can only imagine what a sight I must've been.
I found my way to the small town Main street and wandered into 'Thompson's Restaurant' where they were able to tell me about an Inn on the other side of town. I cinched up my waist belt and gingerly made my way down the street until I ever so gratefully arrived at the Riverside Inn.
By now, I didn't really care how much it was going to cost. I just knew that I NEEDED a hot shower and a place to stay the night. So, I went for it.
As I drop my pack in room #4 and make my way to the hot shower, it occurs to me that my feet have NEVER been in more pain in my entire life. I'm finding it hard just to stand in the shower.
As you can guess, I made it out alright. As I headed back to my room, the owner invites me out with some of her friends to a local restaurant down the road.
It's called 'Patrick's Restaurant & Pub'. It's located at the North Country Rivers Cabins & Campground and it is, quite simply, AMAZING.
It turns out that this place is the headquarters of quite a river rafting and outdoor adventure company. The prices look a bit steep when you're perusing through the menu, but once you see the portions, it's ALL GOOD!
I had the Buffalo Chicken Salad and I can honestly tell you that normal people with normal appetites can NOT finish such a thing. I, however, am NOT normal. :)
I even saw a table full of teenagers not be able to finish the virtual vat of nachos that was oozing forth from the middle of their table. I don't know whether or not this place is like this all the time or if God is just treating me extra special to console me for the day that I've had, but this place ROCKS the house! Coming back here is a very appealing idea which I highly recommend.
This also became a great opportunity as God's purpose for this journey took center stage at this local watering hole. There NEVER seems to be a shortage of 'divine encounters' to introduce people to what God is doing in these last days. It's a real hoot!
And, just when I thought my day couldn't get any more adventurous, it turns out that the owner of the Inn is also the owner of the ice cream shop next door to it. So, on the way back to my room, she opened up the shop so that I could be treated to a free helping of that frozen goodness that becomes the cherry on top of this most interestingly diverse day of days.
I can't help but wonder if my friend Dan has had as exciting of a time in the past 24 hours.
I am truly blessed!