Its Been Years Since I Gobbled Down Pills Or Smoked Anything More Potent Than Campfire Smoke

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In Another Pine Forest

Aug. 8, ‘82

Yesterday was good. Rain slowed me down in the afternoon, but not too much. Maine is a beautiful state; I expected it to be so, but it’s extra nice to actually experience it that way. I have been traveling on secondary roads. Biking is always better that way, except on grades. The inclines tend to be a bit steeper.

Last night I passed a cottage on a lake, where the fellows were having a party, and I was called in for a beer. Under the late afternoon sun, I enjoyed their company. The boys or perhaps men (a couple of them had their children and wives with them) had been partying all day. One particular dude got uptight when I wouldn’t smoke the dope that he passed my way. I knew then it was time to leave. To set the record straight, it’s been years since I gobbled down pills or smoked anything more potent than campfire smoke. I bid my newfound friends adieu, and hit the road. A little while later, I took my cucumber and honey sandwiches across the highway from where I set up my camp, and watched the last of the red sun sink into the trees on the other side of the lake—nice!

I expect to make quite a few miles today. It’s already sunny and hot with every sign of turning hotter.

Aug. 9

I’m sitting in a breezeway of a house that is in need of repair. If nobody saw me bring my bike up behind the house I’m safe; otherwise, before I finish this writing the local militia will probably be here to put matters straight. This house is uninhabited and for sale.

Yesterday was hot and sunny — fantastic. Bicycling through Maine was like riding down the Redwood Highway in California, only with smaller trees. New Hampshire was beautiful also. It would have been nice to bicycle through the mountains– maybe next time; even these hills are not pushovers. Around 6 pm it clouded over. I was lucky, though, just before the rain, I managed a pretty good camp on quick notice. It was in another pine forest, but this one was on rocky terrain. It rained all night. In fact, it never quit raining. That’s why I’m sitting in this breezeway where I’m not supposed to be.

To make matters worse, I’m having problems getting money. My Prestige credit card is not working. Banks in this area won’t recognize it. I have $30 left and, if I am to get more money, my only alternative (or at least the most convenient one) is to head south to Albany, New York. I’m sure I can get money there, but unfortunately I will not be able to bicycle through the Adirondacks, which is what I really wanted to do.

It’s raining again, and it’s nice to be inside. It looks like I’ll be safe. All I need now is a shower and some clean clothes, perhaps tomorrow.


2 Responses to “Its Been Years Since I Gobbled Down Pills Or Smoked Anything More Potent Than Campfire Smoke”

  1. subra Says:

    “it’s been years since I gobbled down pills or smoked anything more potent than campfire smoke.”

    Hope it continues till date Dave .

  2. dave Says:

    I grew up in the ’60’s and early ’70’s, a time of rebellion (Vietnam war, urban riots-segregation, etc.) which challenged rampant American hypocrisy. I survived, but not without first immersing myself in the upheaval of drug experimentation, war protests, loose sexual relationships, and living life on the edge–the edge of the road a lot of the time. This blog is, for the most part, absent those experiences (except for the few places that are identified as flashbacks). Somewhere along the way I did an about face, my lifestyle became more ascetic (religious studies at that point). Eventually, I settled down and got married, raised a family (wife and son and daughter and with the family came life changing responsibilities that I am still committed to). Some of my more radical ideas, I guess, have not changed, even though the lifestyle that used to accompany them is non existent. I do not apologize, however, for my youthful excesses. I would not have anything to blog about if I hadn’t followed my muse back then. I appreciate the comment Subra. Thanks!

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