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Day 0 - Sunday, April 17, 2005
When I woke up, Sam was still in my arms. I could see the clock from where we were sleeping, so I knew we had plenty of time before our flight. I let Sam sleep another fifteen minutes, then woke her with a gentle kiss.
She stretched and groaned, then her eyes flew open. "Today's the day!" she said.
"Yep. It's going to take us almost all day to get there. The last leg of the trip is by charter, since there's no scheduled air service to Eastport."
"What time's our flight?"
"Nine-fifteen. We need to order room service while we shower and get dressed. Then, we'll take the shuttle to the airport. What would you like for breakfast?"
Sam said for me to hit the shower and she'd order breakfast. I wasn't surprised when she joined me in the shower a few minutes later. We didn't waste any time, but cleaned ourselves and got out and got dressed.
We finished breakfast and were checking out by seven-thirty. The shuttle picked us up at a quarter before eight and we were at the airport by eight. I had shipped the pistol and ammunition to Eastport by mail to myself at General Delivery. I didn't want the hassle of trying to send it through the baggage system at the airport.
It was a tiring day of travel. The charter aircraft we took out of Bangor was a little puddle jumper. I will say the pilot was competent and that leg of our flight was probably the most pleasant of the entire trip. We pulled into Eastport a little after four in the afternoon and immediately went to our motel and checked in.
The clerk at the motel told us of a good place to eat that was only a block away, so we went there for dinner. It was a family restaurant, but the food was excellent. We agreed we'd come back there for breakfast.
We made it an early night and turned in before it was even dark outside.
Day 1 - Monday, April 18, 2005
We got up early and had breakfast at the same place we'd eaten dinner. We walked around town for a bit and took in the sights, waiting for the post office to open.
Passamaquoddy Bay is absolutely beautiful. Neither of us had spent any time on the ocean, so maybe it was as much seeing something that was new to us as it was the beauty.
The morning temperature was cool or in my opinion, cold. As we were walking around, it had to be in the low 40s. I knew it would warm up during the day, but probably not as much as I would like. We had intended to discard the long pants and flannel shirts we had been wearing, but now we decided to wear them until the weather started warming up.
When the Post Office opened up we were waiting to get in. I inquired about a General Delivery package for Ed Hill and was informed it was here. I had to show my drivers license to get it, but I didn't mind that. We didn't open the package, but got another one ready to ship out.
I put my wallet and keys in a small box along with some small items Sam had and sealed it up. We had already addressed it to me in care of my sister. I put my drivers license, my ATM/Credit Card, and a little over $200 in cash in a small ziplock bag and slipped it in my pocket.
We went back to the East Motel and opened the package we had received. I loaded the .32 and put it in my backpack. We looked around for anything we might have missed and decided we were ready to go.
We started out walking north. We were getting a late start because of waiting for the Post Office to open and I didn't want to push it, so we decided we'd take it very easy the first few days. We had talked about going north and following the Canadian border across Maine, but the area is very wild. Since we were just getting started out, we decided to go almost straight across Maine and stick to areas where there were more towns.
Since we had a big breakfast, we just had some snack food for lunch. We basically strolled along SR-190 until we reached the town of Perry, about seven miles from where we started. By then it was late afternoon. While we were walking through Perry, we saw the New Friendly Restaurant and we decided to have an early dinner there.
We finished eating and headed southwest on US-1 toward Dennysville, ME. We were probably a mile out of Perry and were passing a nice wooded area when Sam said, "I know it's early, but this would be a nice place to camp. Would you mind if we called it a day?"
I agreed that it would be nice to knock it off for the day, so we left the road and walked back into the stand of trees. I don't think the temperature ever reached fifty degrees during the day and the colder weather seemed to drag the strength right out of you.
We found a nice area that was sheltered from the wind and set up camp. After we had the tent up, I went looking for some firewood to fix breakfast while Sam opened our sleeping bags and got them ready for the night.
"Do you want me to build a fire so we can try to warm up some?" I asked after I had gotten back.
"I want to get warm, but I don't think a campfire is the way to do it. Let's just get in our sleeping bags and see if we can warm up that way.
We went into the tent and Sam started undressing. I was watching her as I took my own clothes off. What I hadn't noticed was that she had zipped our two sleeping bags together to make one large bag. I shook my head, but went ahead and climbed in with her.
Sam snuggled up close, and her body was cold. I put my arms around her and held her close. "Are you sorry you wanted to come along?" I asked.
"No, I'm not sorry, Ed. Just lying here with your arms around me will make all of the hardships of the trip worthwhile."
"You know, this first part of the trip is going to be some of the hardest we'll see. First off, it's still cold in the northern states."
Sam giggled and said, "Tell me about it."
Sam rolled over with her back to me and pulled my arms back around her. "Secondly, this is a wilderness area. According to the GPS, it's about eighty-five miles to Bangor. There aren't any towns between here and Bangor that are big enough to have a hotel. We might find a grocery store, but I doubt that even."
I could tell Sam was starting to warm up. I know I was. Sam's wonderful naked butt snuggled up to my belly felt awfully nice. "Ed, I lived on the street and in parks for over a year. We can heat enough water on our camp stove to wash our naughty bits and pits. How many days do you think it'll take to get to Bangor?"
"I'd say at least five. We're going to be going through some pretty rough country."
"Then we have enough of the freeze dried food to last us. I'm sure we can replace our food in Bangor."
"True. I just don't want you to get discouraged, Sweetheart, I kind of like having you around," I said as I squeezed her body to mine.
We eventually drifted off to sleep, even though it was still early.
Day 2 - Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I awoke, still spooned to Sam's backside. My left hand was holding one of her delightful breasts. I started to remove my hand and Sam moaned and pulled it back to her breast. "Leave it right there," she said. "I've been enjoying you holding me since I woke up about a half an hour ago."
Now, I certainly didn't mind holding Sam's breast. When I had met her in the park, her breasts were a "B" cup at best. Now, after eating well since she had been with me, they were approaching a "C" cup. Absolutely perfect from my perspective.
"Good morning, Love," I said. "Did you sleep well?"
"I slept like a baby. I know you weren't holding my boob when I went to sleep, but it felt so nice to wake up that way."
"It feels pretty good to me too," I said as I gave her boob a gentle squeeze.
Sam giggled, then turned over facing me. We shared a good morning kiss, then started getting ready to get up. Sam reached one arm out and retrieved our clothes. She pulled them into the sleeping bag with us and we let them warm up for a few minutes.
We got dressed then fixed a freeze dried breakfast. Okay, so it tasted like crap. Yesterday I had bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and a stack of buttermilk pancakes with real maple syrup. Today I had powdered eggs with what was purported to be bacon. We ate it and I'm sure it was nutritious, but I was determined to find something better and Sam agreed.
We started to get into the swing of things today. We were walking at a good pace. We weren't going as fast as if we were walking on a highway, but it was a lot faster than yesterday. We decided to stop for a fifteen or twenty minute break every two hours, unless one of us needed to stop before then.
We were walking through heavily wooded hills and I thanked God and technology for the GPS. It would have been difficult to take compass sightings with the hills and the trees.
We took off a little after 8:00 AM and according to the GPS, we had made nearly five miles when we stopped for a break at ten. We hadn't talked much while we were walking and it was like the lack of conversation had built up like water behind a dam for Sam.
We were sitting, munching on a couple of power bars as Sam talked. She continued talking as she got up and walked about eight feet in front of me. She dropped her pants and panties down around her ankles, then squatted and peed, while still talking continuously. She wiped herself with a couple of sheets of toilet tissue then pulled her pants and panties back up. She put the tissue into her trash sack and stood there looking at me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked with a grin.
"I have to admit, I did."
"I had to work myself up to that. I wasn't trying to embarrass you, I just wanted you to know we don't have to be secretive around each other."
"It didn't embarrass me, Sam. I don't know if I could do that in front of you or not though. When you came into the bathroom when I was peeing, I was too far along to stop."
"Awh, gee. I was hoping you'd let me write my name with it," Sam said, then she started giggling.
Okay, I had to smile. Sam is a delight, sometimes she seems more mature than I am, then she does something that makes me think she's a nine year old. I don't think that's a sign of immaturity though. I think and I hope she'll be the same way when she's forty.
"Anyway," Sam said, "don't you think a couple of power bars would make a better breakfast than we had this morning?"
"Absolutely. They'd weigh about a third as much again, but that wouldn't bother me too much. Yesterday and again this morning, I haven't minded the weight of the pack all that much."
"No, I haven't been bothered by the weight that much either. Besides, one meal would probably reduce the weight of the packs enough to make up for a week of the weight difference."
"Actually, I think it would take two meals, but that still isn't bad."
"Okay, boss, why don't we get back on the trail?"
I agreed and we started out again. I'd like to say the scenery was terrific, but we stayed to the low ground and there were so many trees that all we saw were trees. It was pleasant though and it was a little warmer than yesterday. My thermometer said it was fifty degrees at nine o'clock and it was almost sixty by noon.
Lunch tasted a lot better than breakfast. It took a little longer than I would have wanted, but what the heck. We were still back on the trail in just a little over an hour. The GPS said we'd come a little over eleven miles so far and neither one of us were feeling any discomfort from our hike.
By the time we decided to quit for the day, we had come over nineteen miles and according to the GPS we were South Southwest of Cooper, Maine. The town of Cooper has less than two hundred people, so we didn't think it was worth diverting north to visit it.
We set up camp close to a nice little stream. I think it would have been clean enough to drink straight from the stream, but we used our water filter and purifier anyway.
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