1322 Miles, $39.90 in tolls, 24MPG, Lewiston, Maine?
Maine. I have moved to Maine for the summer. I am doing an internship at a local hospital – clinical pastoral education (CPE). It is a summer long unit where I will learn to be a chaplain, learning how to be a front-line sort of counselor and minister. At this point (approx 10 hours until I show up) I am pretty excited. We’ll see if that changes as the weeks go on.
I left Dubuque last Friday, and stayed in Cleveland the first night. The next day I drove to Cooperstown, NY, getting there in the evening. All of the hotels were either full or ridiculously overpriced for the holiday weekend. I ended up staying in a cabin at a campground. Not only did my cell phone not work, but their wireless didn’t get to the cabin – talk about roughing it.
The next morning, I had planned on going to the Hall of Fame. As I packed my truck up, I discovered that I only had one shoe in my possesion. I knew that I had been wearing them the day before, and I hadn’t really done anything outside of my truck – it must have fallen out of the passenger side or something. Losing a shoe! That sucks! Right? I had spent 3 years molding them to my feet exactly. A new pair is not only going to be less comfortable, but also cost me 60 bucks.
Screw that.
I thought back, and remembered having stopped only once the previous evening, to move some things from the back of my truck to the cab. The sky ahead looked like it was about to pour. It was pretty neat looking, so since I was stopped I took acouple pictures while I was there. And then it started to rain. Hard. And it pretty much rained for the next 12 hours.
But, I, thought, had photo evidence of the exact location of where my shoe may have fallen. It was worth the trip, backtracking a dozen miles to milepost unknown – I just had to match the terrain to the photo, right? Here are the pics.
Actually, as I was driving back down that road looking for big field there in the picture, that right there on the side of the road was one solitary shoe. An adidas, soaked, but still alive. Unwearable for a few days, but still my cinderella-fitted shoe.
I always wondered why there are so many shoes on the sides of roads, I spose this semi-explains it.
Nice work finding it.
Pretty impressive. Without that picture, it would have been a lost cause.
I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me to read your blog the minute you posted this. also, impressive that you found your shoe. what were you wearing when you lost it? (flip flops, probably.)
Wow lol still Matt