Today I went to the post office to drop off my unemployment paperwork. (Sidenote-The hoops you need to jump through to get your unemployment check really is a full time job. Because I am working a few hours a week as a tutor, I have to wait for my paystub from the tutor job to clear before I get the unemployment check with the tutor pay deducted. This process is all conducted through snail mail. Anywho, that really is just a rant and beside the point.) I thought Kodie would like to go for a drive. So, after dropping off my outgoing mail I randomly decided to continue my drive pass the post office and into unknown territory. I drove over a green, steel bridge that I think might cross Pleasant River. Immediately after, Kodie and I drifted toward the announcement of Schoonic Lake by a road sign pointing left down an ice caked dirt road. Several miles down this road we approached a culdesac clustered with gingerbread cabins on the border of Schoonic Lake in Brownville, Maine. As we circled around the top tier of the lake's tiny community, what to my wondering eyes did appear. Holy Shit! That's Mount Katahdin!
Nice House with the lake right behind it a view of Katahdin