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What to do when a pandemic has squashed all your international travel plans? (goodbye New Zealand, goodbye Turkey, goodbye Patagonia!) Travel domestically, of course! The month-long furnished rental market has exploded since April, and I've joined the craze, swapping out my place in Boulder for your place in Anywhere Else, America. Come with me (virtually, of course) across the country as I experience all the rural roads, small towns, coastal regions, scrub-filled deserts, and damp, dark forests I might never have visited if not for the altered dynamic of global travel.
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Mainely This But Not That

Maine is a state of contradiction from the very first mile on the highway signs that tell you the distance to the next exit in both miles and kilometers, which is quite nice. Inexplicably, the signs drop the kilometers not far into the state, and they don't come back even several hours later as you barrel down on the Canadian border. I've now driven almost the entirety of I-95, so unless the kilometers show back up in the last 40 miles, I'm perplexed. Why show kilometers when exiting New Hampshire and then never again? Kilometers are, however, the preferred measurement for the distances of the Penobscot River Trail system. It made me feel I was travelling great distances on my trail runs there. Next up, the general store. Every small town in Maine has one and I love them. They all appear to be privately owned, and what they carry varies wildly. Some have only a few snack food items scattered across bare shelves but others have knick-knacks and or local crafts and every hou

Down East and Other Maine-isms

If you know me from my other blog , you know I'm a lover of language. Words, grammar, structure, usage, changes, connotation, denotation, all of it. And not just English. I've been fluent in several foreign languages over the last two decades and enjoy comparing languages and exploring how knowing one helps you learn others. I always learn at least bits and pieces of languages spoken in places I travel to, and while domestic travel is far easier in that respect, you can still pick up new linguistic tidbits just by traveling across the United States.  Well, if you can understand the accent  that is. I have relatives in Maine, so I vacationed up here quite a bit as a child. About 30 years ago, on a trip for my cousin Albert's wedding, my siblings and I got quite the laugh out of the MCs pronunciation of his and his bride's name. Albert and Linda became Albeht and Linder. My sister, Amander, was the flower girl. In my young mind, many other words were said in equally stran

So Mainey Things I Didn't Know

For the last five years or so, I've had a fantasy of spending an autumn in a cabin by a lake in Maine. Why Maine? Maybe because I'd been here several times in my youth. Maybe simply because it was about as far from Boulder as I could go in the United States. Maybe because it's not trendy like Oregon or California. I'm not sure of the reason, but I'm sure it was always Maine. Now here I am, but it's not a vacation like I planned. It's only the start of my travels. Wherever you live, whatever your circumstances, it's human nature to feel like your life is the normal one. It's all you know. You tend to make friends and acquaintances who have lives similar to yours, and your self-assurance in your normalcy or even in the "correctness" of your world outlook is reinforced. But the longer you exist like this, the deeper your ignorance, and often times intolerance, becomes.  That's why travel is so important. I lived most of my 20s in other cou