May 29

From Creepy to Home.

Yesterday I ran on the Mountain Division Trail that leads from Sebago Lake to Portland for more than 12 miles.  After a mile or so, the path went from paved to rocky to creepy on the back side of abandoned industrial buildings with busted windows and dark shadows beneath boarded doors and loading docks.

After one block of dangerous, dangerous, dangerous reverberating in my psyche, I turned around and ran back. Dangerous in Maine?  Come on!
At home the phone/DSL man was replacing something that was wet and kept interrupting the internet at inopportune times.

His bucket truck was a handy thing, worth coveting.

When he was done, he drove off, and I walked down the stairs to an airplane waiting on a more welcoming dock.