Leaving NY behind, we entered Vermont and at first it was just a bit more of what was NY. However, it wasn’t very long before Vermont’s true nature became apparent. All the way through southern Vermont and into New Hampshire, I got the distinct feeling that we were really driving around rural Washington state around Mount Saint Helens. Very mountainous and the trees are right up to the edge of the road. In a way, it was as if we hadn’t left home at all. Not much time later, clouds moved in and it started to rain. Wow, now we really were back in WA.
Despite rapid changes in elevation, there always seemed to be a lake at the top or bottom of any hill. Very weird. The Uhaul really struggled up those mountains. These were the worst of the trip and slowed me down to 40mph a few times. I think my dually could have pulled the Uhaul up those hills faster than the Uhaul doing it under it’s own “power”. Still it was very pretty, even if a bit wet out, and Vermont didn’t last too long.
We entered New Hampshire and the mountain climbing tapered off. There were many twists and turns getting to the Maine border from there. NH seemed like Vermont but squished a bit flatter. No sales tax and the location of the nearest Costco (Nashua, NH). Unfortunately, there are no Costco’s in the whole state of Maine.
After lots of twisting and turning we continue driving through NH and make it into Maine. The first real town we made it to was Sanford and boy, wasn’t that a treat. Definitely a depressed area. We quickly got through and made it to I-95 again at the town of Saco, ME. Elated to have made it to Maine we stopped and had a nice meal at a Texas Longhorn Steakhouse before continuing on.
Being so tired and so close to our destination, I decided to say screw it and put up with tolls again. After all that screwed up mountain road driving, I was hungry for some interstate. It was getting late and Steph made the reservation for a room in Bangor. The drive was only about two hours more and it was just too late to go all the way to Caribou/Presque Isle.
After dealing with cheerful and professional toll booth operators (I swear, people are just happier there), we get on the north side of Augusta and celebrate the disappearance of tolls.
We get to Bangor at around 1am and pull into the Howard Johnson. What a blast from the past! I’d hadn’t stayed at a HoJo since the 70’s. Seeing it made me think of the month long vacation my family had taken when I was eight. However, in the end, it was just another hotel, but clean and with lots of parking.
We had made it to Maine! We were excited and up beat. We had made it. Over 3400 miles and six days later, we had reached our destination! Soon we would unload the Uhaul, find a place to stay and get jobs. Then we would get our farm. We would be “doing it”. Fulfilling our dreams and achieving our goals.