... i drove up to carmel to pick up an item robert had bought in some on-line marketplace ... after that, i decided to wander awhile looking for some lunch ... most conveniently, dysart's truck stop appeared just as my stomach was beginning to get insistent ... a great turkey club sandwich, topped with some fresh raspberry pie, and i was off ... as i completed my before-riding bike inspection i noticed a very, very red motorcycle parked nearby ... i walked over and started up a conversation with its owners, jack and karen ... jack used to drive trucks, and he and his wife have shared several cross-country motorcycle wanderabouts ... this motorcycle is almost twice the weight of my bmw, and its engine is bigger than the motor in my first car ...
... after a very friendly chat with this nice couple, i hopped onto my bike and headed out ... pointed southeast, i decided to drive roads without numbers, with a little twist being that i'd alternate left and right turns whenever i came to an unknown lane ...
... soon, although i knew i was someplace between the atlantic ocean, the penobscot river, route 202 and routes 137 & 139, i was completely lost ...
... driving down an unpaved secondary road, most seriously in the proverbial "middle of nowhere," i came across this cemetery ...
... i was drawn to this grave ... i stood in front of the tombstone for several minutes, wondering about charles colson ... "who was he ... what did he do in the navy ... was he a husband, a father" ... ??? ... in this quiet field i found no answers to my questions, but i like to think captain colson appreciated my visit ...
... to my surprise, i popped out of the woods near swan lake ... from there i continued my wandering, alternating left and right turns onto twisty back roads and unpaved dirt lanes ... soon i found myself in brooks, where i took a break at ralph's cafe ...
... the decor included icons of my childhood, as well as many i recognized from the world that preceded my life ...
... i ordered iced coffee, which mike perfectly prepared and properly served in a chilled stainless steel carafe ... he related to me some interesting facts about the history of brooks ...
... outside of unity i watch these farmers as they went about their chores in a manner almost identical to how this work was done when this area was first farmed in the early 1800s ...
"Becoming lost is an art."
A.BRADY