Thursday, January 27, 2005

Cup 52: T28

Location: T28, Maine
When: January 27, 2005, 8:00 am
Present: just me
Coffee: Green Mountain Breakfast Blend
Mood: alive

Past the Eddington Citgo, the last outpost of civilization on Rt. 9, cheap gas, decent coffee, Maine gets different. It can be a little scary, so far away from it all, where the towns cease and places have numbers instead of names. At the same time there's such incredible beauty. You can only see it when you are really there. There's just no way to capture it on film. I can snap the picture, but the picture is nothing. Around T28, there is a little ledge where you can pull off the road. There isn't a sign saying "scenic view" or anything like that. It is almost as if the road crews thought, "This is so amazing, we just have to put this here." Pull off the road, and you're looking down across a plain, with a river winding through it. I don't think there are too many places where you can actually look down on a river, and actually see miles of it, bending and winding its way across the country, without being in an airplane. So many times on Rt. 9 I come across incredible sights and I wish there was a way to capture and share them. But I am happy that there are places in this world that can't be captured, that can only be experienced first-hand.

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