Et Cetera
My freewheeling brain was prompted by the headwinds on days 2-6 inclusive to add to the Headwind Song that I came up with
on the NFCT in 2018, so, with continued apologies to Wade Hemsworth ...
Down the mighty Androscoggin in a small canoe
Aeolus is a-wonderin' what to do.
I turn to the east and I turn to the south
And Aeolus is a-slappin' me in the mouth.
The headwind, the dratted headwind
Always a headwind no matter where I go.
I'm tired of the headwind slappin' my face in southern Maine-ee-o-ee-o
In southern Maine-ee-o
Up the mighty Kennebec in a small canoe
Aeolus is a-wonderin' what to do.
I turn to the north and I turn to the west
But Aeolus is a-thinkin' that he knows best.
The headwind, the dratted headwind ...
My journey started in the vicinity of Route 2, so when it put in a reappearance in the region of Skowhegan and Norridgewock,
it provided a sense of familiarity, which led, with apologies to Simon & Garfunkel, to the following:
Hello Route 2, my old friend
Two thousand miles from end to end.
You keep appearing right within my view.
It's like you know where I am heading to.
And the noise of your traffic fills my ears, yes it does,
And it destroys the sound of silence.
Two thousand miles or maybe more
Your traffic makes an endless roar.
It fills the morning and the evening air,
A stark reminder that you're ever there.
And the noise of your traffic fills my ears, yes it does,
And it destroys the sound of silence.
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