Friday 6 May 2022--A long drive today, about 350 miles to Saint John, New
Brunswick. I'm hoping to get close to the border before filling up my tank, but it
becomes apparent that I won't get that far, and I fill up in Holden, Maine, just
before I get on the Airline Road. It's as well, because diesel is twenty cents a
gallon more at the Irving station in Baileyville, where I'd been aiming. There's a
station or two in between, but nothing it would be sensible for me to count on.
I've noted before that I like to take small, out-of-the-way border crossings when I
can, but in these post-Covid days, it's necessary to declare in advance which
crossing you intend to use, and it seems prudent to stick to the highway entry.
My inexpensive hotel is about a mile walk from the center of town, on a multi-
purpose trail along a rather unpretty stretch of waterfront. I find Bigtide
Brewing and have a burger and a few pints. I mean to catch the last bus toward
the hotel, but the schedule I saw seems to be incorrect, so I end up walking back
along the trail. I asked the hotel clerk if it would be safe late at night, and she was
non-committal--I think she didn't want to be held responsible if I got accosted.
But she didn't react with horror, and in fact I encounter no droogs along the
way, or anyone else. Feeling that a nightcap is called for, I pop over to the pub
down under the Holiday Inn next door, appropriately enough called the Pub
Down Under. They've missed a bet in not decorating in an Australian theme.
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