Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.

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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Friday, October 11, 2013

October Haul, Eggemoggin Reach, part 2: Stonington and Deer Isle

Went back to Benjamin River this morning to finish getting Scout ready for hauling out. This meant pulling the motor. She's a Cape Dory 25 with a small outboard in a well, that we use for getting in an out of the harbor. (Nissan 6 h.p. four-stroke.) When the wind dies, as it did yesterday, it will move the boat at @ 7 knots. Motors, even small ones, are heavy. I pulled it out, somehow got it into the dinghy, and rowed it ashore. Then went back and got the boom off, cleaned things up, and generally got her shipshape to be hauled out--maybe tomorrow morning, depending on Bill Grant's lobstering schedule, and the tide. Then I had to drive down to Dean's Small Engine at Stonington, on Deer Isle, where the motor is winterized and stored. Beautiful day to cross the D.I. bridge. The Island always feels like its own world. Grabbed a couple of photos on the way, for anyone missing Maine.




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