UP THE MOUNTAIN

 In Transit

Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

Yesterday, we drove 320 miles from south central Massachusetts to Jackman, Maine. We are high up in Maine and 17 miles from the Canadian border … not one of the major crossing, either. We didn’t take a train or a plane because they don’t come here. I’m not sure there is even a bus route from anywhere to Jackman.

We drove. More accurately, Garry drove and I navigated. In our little, intrepid 2002 yellow Sunfire, packed with groceries, cameras, clothing, and computers. And we had as much adventure — not soulless, but adventurous in its own way — as we could handle. By the time you start collecting Social Security, adventure is redefined.


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It was a long drive. It probably wouldn’t have bothered us even a few years ago, but time has taken its toll. I’m totally wiped out. I did take a few pictures on the way … on the road and in Bingham, one of the small towns between Skowhegan and Jackman.

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Traffic was  no problem. We had a lot of company en route, but it was moving. Our little car did some automotive huffing and puffing as we climbed the mountain. A lot of “moose crossing” signs, some with an array of flashing lights.

We decided the ones with flashing lights meant “No, seriously, there are a lot of moose around here,” whereas the unlit signs merely suggested many moose are wandering loose, so watch out. We kept our speed down … and watched out.

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Although we saw a lot of “moose crossing” signs, we didn’t see any actual moose. I did see a great many hawks, chowing down and wheeling in the sky. Sometimes, a dozen or more of them. Outside of Portland (ME), an osprey flew across our prow, intent on some prey I assume … so close I could have touched him had we not been in a car.

After we turned off onto Route 201, we got serious about mountain climbing. Odd thing. All along the road, for miles, it was lined with crows. Just standing, watching the cars from the shoulder. A welcoming committee sent by Stephen King perhaps?

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There are mountains and rivers to photograph and at least one place where I think I’ll have a clear west-facing view to capture a sunset. I have no way to photograph sunset where we live. Too many trees … and no mountains.

Bingham

Bingham

Just when we began to feel as if the drive would never end, we saw the mountains. Huge, blue, a bit misty. We had arrived.

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And this morning, when I came into the kitchen to turn on the coffee — how quiet with no dogs to greet me! — the world was shrouded in mist and the sun was barely beginning to peek through. It’s going to be a beautiful day.

From the cabin porch, 8:30 am.

From the cabin porch, 8:30 am.

Tomorrow, I will tell you the story of how Garry and I — all 300 + combined IQ points — working as a team managed to figure out how to removed the gas cap, fill the tank with gasoline, pay for it, and drive away after remembering to put the gas cap back in place!

Did I say adventure or what? Maybe I’ll even tell you about the phone and … try to remain calm … it has got a cord!

DOWNTOWN BOSTON – THEATER DISTRICT

Wilbur Theater Boston

The Wilbur Theater is on Tremont Street in Boston. Opened in 1914, the Wilbur was updated and (mostly) restored in 2008. It’s in the middle of Boston’s historic theater district.

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Boston’s theater district is small compared to bigger cities like New York, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in charm. And convenience. It’s not far from anywhere to anywhere else.

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Today, the Wilbur is known for live comedy and music. When fully occupied, it holds 1100 people. Its interior details are traditional “old style” theater.

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I grew up in New York. These details are the definition of theater for me. I miss the old, big, padded seats, though.

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Clarence Blackall built the theater in 1913. The Wilbur was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1980. In 1998, SFX Entertainment (now Live Nation) bought the lease on the Wilbur as part of a larger land purchase. The lease expired in 2006.

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In 2007 the theater was back on the market.

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Today, it’s the home of the Comedy Connection in Boston, formerly located in Quincy Market. It hosts both comedy and concerts.

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