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Thursday, September 8, 2016

Funk

And just like that, another week has passed with little to report – clearly, I've been in a blogging funk for a few months now, likely for obvious reasons, but I think I'm slowly coming out of it folks. Thanks for hanging in there.


I've been loitering in and around the general triangle formed by the towns of Machias, Lubec, and Calais for a couple of weeks now, and am still here mainly because it's one of the few pockets of cool-ish weather within a reasonable distance.

Yes, the boondocking options are quite limited, but I manage, sometimes legally, sometimes not I suppose, but more often than not, it's hard to know for sure. Plausible deniability seems like a useful item in the nomad's bag of tricks, but that's just a guess, because as far as I can tell, no one seems to care much about that cool red van that's parked over yonder.

Eastport low tide
So I continue to linger, patiently waiting for cooler temperatures to prevail elsewhere, the days filled with a carefree mix of time spent with the horn stuck to my face, listening to music, reading, cheering on the Sox, long walks, and engaging whoever I might cross paths with. As ever, a simple life, but it still suits me.