Yesterday I took gasoline out of and underground gas well. Put it in my truck. And drove to Camden Maine.
Driving past a church on the eastern outskirts of Augusta Maine.
Wal-Mart has infiltrated the sparsely-populated interior of Maine.
Sparkling Cat Treasures on Rt. 17 in Maine.
Maine spare tire.
Got a couple slices and some coffee at the Mic Mac Mart in Maine.
Walked into the woods.
Looked down into the spring trees.
I smashed my foot in chewing gum in Maine.
Camden Maine from Mt. Megunticook.
Mt. Battie Maine.
Fiddleheads in Maine.
I'm told these are a little too mature to eat. There were many fiddleheads and ferns at various stages in Camden Hills. My neighbor Jaret says you eat them like spinach.