I lost my friends, but luckily they knew how to reach me.
Celebrate with me!
I don’t know of a song about 2000 miles, so just listen to “A Thousand Miles” twice, “500 Miles” four times, or the Eight Mile soundtrack… 250 times.
Because fording here is particularly dangerous, the official route across the Kennebec River is to take a ferry. As such, you can see the classic white blaze on the bottom of the canoe.
I’ve entered the last state. Is this a state of madness or desperation? Yes! But it’s also a state called Maine.
"STOP. This area has the worst weather in America. Many have died there from exposure, even in the summer. Turn back now if the weather is bad."
Well… that’s encouraging.