Bangor

Moose lodges, trees, and wonderful people!

I had worked as a dish washer in a Buddhist vegetarian coffee house and restaurantin Memphis. I took my savings, bought an Amtrack pass, and got as far as Boston, where I bought a bus ticket, rode to Waterville, visited a friend in Friendship. She and her friends took me to Ellsworth, where I walked and hitched up Highway One to Cherryfield. There, I got a job raking blueberries.

Sometime after blueberry season, with some of my earnings, I walked and hitched to Bangor, where I enjoyed the cafe’ life, hung around the library, made friends, saw Stephen King’s house. It has wrought iron fence around it, with bats and spiders in webs at places. It’s very Gothic looking. Or Edwardian, whatever.

I heard some interesting stories by local folk about S.K. One is , that at a party a girl sat on the toilet, and felt a plastic hand tickle her fanny when she pressed the flush button.

I grew up just down the road a piece… Bangor’s not bad. If you’re in downeast Maine and you need a hospital – it’s the only place to go. :-)

On top of that, it’s the mecca of shopping, dining out, and bar hopping for anywhere in Maine north of Portland.

Enjoy!

but I can’t pan it either. To be fair I have only been there for work trips so I have not explored much outside of the occasional walk at lunch or shopping trip after hours. There are some surprisingly good restaurants (I will post separately), downtown has some beautiful buildings and lots of character and the Penobscot River runs thrugh the center. The city claims to be the birthplace of Paul Bunyan and has a 31 foot statue of him front of the civic center. Bangor’s most famous resident is Stephen King you can easily drive by his large Victorian style house to see the cobweb shaped front gates that are topped by iron bats!