Maine isn’t like Virginia. Not at all. In Virginia you’re never far from a big chain hotel or the rush of corporate America. But Maine? In 74% forest land, you’re never far from the sound of your own heart.
As of today my walk has spanned a 100 miles, but I’ve actually only walked 39 of it (x 2, backtracking to get Max, my van, 78 toal). This is due to things like roads narrowing (6 - 18 inch shoulders, not enough to walk on with semi trucks whizzing by) and lack of space to park Max. I am able to walk through towns, though, and will continue on the country roads where I can.
This is not the sort of walk across America where the goal is not necessarily to arrive from point A to point B. It’s a new lifetyle, for now, where walking allows time and space to meet the ground and the sky, and the people who dwell in between; and through the process, introduce America to Natural Law.