I'm the Maine Man!

When people found out that I was going to California they said, "cool."
When people found out that I was first driving up to the Northeast, they said, "huh?"
When people found out that I was going to Maine, they said, "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!"

A few deciding factors weighed in on my trip to Maine.  First, my Marketing Department said that it sounded a lot cooler to say, "Zack went from Maine to California" rather than "Virginia to California."  Most people don't even know where Virginia is located.  Secondly, the biggest Paul Bunyan in the world is in Maine.  I love creepy statues!  Thirdly, Stephen King's house is located in the same place as the giant Paul Bunyan (Bangor, ME), and I already said I like creepy things - like King!  Fourth, from Carolwong's Boston, the drive is only about 3 hours.  The way my dad drives, make it 2.5 hours.  It became an easy call to go to Maine.

New Hampshire

I did like the fact I got to drive through New Hampshire.  I like their motto:  "Live Free or Die."  They also like to say: "Don't Tread on Me!"  As the future first Libertarian President, I feel that I should make a campaign stump in New Hampshire sooner rather than later.

New Hampshire:  The site of my first
speech, The Welcome Center

New Hampshire, I am disappointed in you.  I was disturbed by all the po-po I saw on I-95.  There were probably 10 copper cars on my North/South jaunt on 95.  I saw 4 unfortunate people pulled over on the side of the road by New Hampshire State po-po.  Not very Libertarian-like.  Let people speed.  Just don't let certain people drive -- that's what I say!

Maine

As I arrived at Bangor, Maine the clouds parted and the sun peeked through, and shone on the greatest statue I had ever seen.  I wish I can convince him to come to California and squash that no-good Henrietta.  For those of you who do not know, Henrietta is the mannequin that lives in my house and terrorizes me when I am a bad boy.  Mr. Bunyan could crush her like a bug.  Here are pictures of me with Bunyan.  I had to stay in my stroller in case he came to life and started chasing me... my stroller has two jet packs that can propel me with 500 pounds of force each!

Paul Bunyan:  That guy is big!

I look pretty bad ass in this picture with Paul Bunyan

My dad said that Bunyan reminded him of his buddy Kalab-O, not because they're tall, but because they dressed exactly the same.  I wonder if Bunyan drinks boxed wine too?

Next I went to Stephen King's house.  I have never read any Stephen King books, because I like the movies better.  Cujo - when good pets go bad ... Christine - when good cars go bad ... and my favorite, The Shining - when sane creepy abandoned hotel caretakers go INSANE!  Although I like King, I think my dad was more excited about this stop.  The best part is that you can drive right up to his house, located on a sleepy street in Bangor.  I found his house pretty easily, and did not even need to slip a gas station attendant $20 for him to tell me, "it's the biggest house on the street."

Stephen King's House:  I am making a scary face, like his books

We went right up to the gate.  It was a pretty standard (large) house except for the black iron gate that had gargoyles on some of the posts and spider designs on the gate's doors.

Stephen King's House:  I was hiding from the creeeeeeepy spiders

As we came up to the front of the gate we met two fan boys who were standing there.  They said, "Stephen just walked into that other building, we're waiting for him to go back into his house!!!!"  We waited about 2-3 minutes and sure enough, Stephen King walked back from the adjacent building back into his house.  One of the fan boys said, "That's HIM!"  We just got a glimpse so no photo and certainly no photo of me with him since:
1. He's creepy
2. That would be a total rook move!

We hung out for a little while longer in Bangor to see what little else there is to do there.  Now back down I-95!!!!!