If you don't hear from me again I'm lost in the wilds of Maine

So I drove up today (and up and up and up) to Rockport, Maine in order to interview for a summer job at the Maine Media Workshops. In my head I thought, yeah, it's up the coast in Maine. Oh my god I was driving forever. I have arrived safely and in the daylight, but there's no one here. Not like I made a mistake and came on the wrong weekend or something. I think tomorrow there will be plenty of people. There were lots of envelopes in the late arrivals box where I got the key to my room. But in the meantime it's dead and spooky.

Also everyone who went south for the winter in Maine hasn't returned yet. In fact I passed by a lake that was still half frozen. Spring has definitely not sprung. But I was still sort of thinking it would be like Cape Cod in the off season. Quiet and half shuttered up, but with clear signs of civilization. Not so much. There is an awful lot of nothing up here. I'm hoping that when I wander out for dinner I'll be able to find more of a town than most of the towns I passed through. Maybe my problem was never getting off the highway on my way up here. I suppose you could cross the Cape on route 6 and not realize there was life.

I found town.