When I tour, I want to chase 75 degrees. Friends have suggested that I should just move to San Diego. I don’t want 75 degrees, I want to chase 75 degrees. I started booking this Northeast tour a few months ago and I thought it would be great to get to get away from the swamp ass of NC and head to the northeast. It’s currently 102 degrees in Durham. The forecast for Maine next week is somewhere in the mid-70′s. Score one for team Kutchma.
There’s a few other goals for this trip. I’ve traveled tens of thousands of miles up and down the eastern coast. A majority of the time, I drove Interstate 95. It and it’s like are the fast-food of travel. Most of the time, I just had to get from one gig to the other. Time was an element. I’ve been bored with Interstates for a while now but a few months ago I started getting a strange minor bout of claustrophobia every so often. I’d like to see the end of Interstate 95 in Houlton, Maine.
I’d also like to provide my readers with the best picture of Spain I can get without leaving the U.S. The West Quoddy Head lighthouse in Lubec, Maine is “the easternmost point of the contiguous United States and the closest point to Europe from a point in the fifty States”.
Lastly, I’d like to eat at a Howard Johnson’s restaurant. HoJo’s were one of the nation’s first franchised restaurant chains. When the Pennsylvania, Ohio and New Jersey turnpikes were being built, Mr. Johnson bid for and soon won the exclusive rights to build his restaurants at all those rest stops. When I was younger, I associated the orange roofs with highway travel and they’ve become part of my Americana. It’s been decades since I’ve eaten at one.
There are only two left in the country: Bangor, Maine and Lake George, NY.]]>