Misreading Maps, Irking Tweens, and Avoiding the Night Stalker

In many coming of age films, there is a scene where a teen thrusts their head out the window and screams into the wind to emphasize the freedom they feel in that moment. I had a similar experience—minus my head sticking out the window—last week as I began my five-day exploration of Maine.

I Need Help

Before we get into today's post, I must admit that I did use a dramatic title to get your attention because, like an obsolete YouTuber desperate for views, I am not above click-baiting my followers. With that being said, I do need help when it comes to one of my goals, so I am using my blog as a form of accountability.

Nearing the Finish Line

"Hey, Dan? Calm it with the sports references." I know, this is my third sports-referenced blog post title in the past few months, so I guess you could say I'm one overtly-masculine grunt away from being a full-blown athlete. But let's save the conversation about my transition into a sports icon for another day so we can get on to the actual matters at hand.