| 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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