quote:Originally posted by Auburn Annie:
When we were first married, my husband's family moved to Nova Scotia from Manitoba. Over the years we made several road trips to Herring Cove, Head of Jeddore and finally Musquodoboit Harbor by way of Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine and then New Brunswick en route to Halifax and beyond. And believe me, 20 years ago the road between Bangor and Calais (we crossed at St Stephen) was the most beautiful but desolate stretch of road I'd ever seen. It was one thing to drive it in high summer in daylight; I don't want to think about in winter darkness. At the time there was nothing but a handful of loggers' trails off one side or the other, and you'd better gas up before you headed out. Over the years they widened the road, added lanes and by now there's probably a 7-11 or (shudder) strip mall with WalMart on it. But at the time it was truly Stephen King territory.
The road conditions are better, but it really hasn't changed all that much. It's still very local and desolate. Songs have been written about these long, desolate stretches of Maine road. One that comes to mind is Tombstone Every Mile, by Dick Curtis. He was raised in Fort Fairfield and had some national success as a country singer.
Cathy
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