The essence of Floyd started to wear off, his body was shrinking in the distance. We left him there, left him there to rot… well actually no not at all. Margo (Adam's mom) was on her way to pick up Floyd, she was halfway to the bike shop to snag our second and new trailer that was waiting for us, but had to turn around. We were proud problem solvers and this almost appeared to be the easy way out, but it was indeed the most efficient, and it was however the reason (to trail) Margo and G-ma were still in Maine… so save our sorry asses… at least for the first 2 days.
So then there were two. Adam in front now with the trailer while I followed.
I don’t know why we stopped, but we did… in fact it may have been because I saw the highway sign for 1A. “Uh Adam”, I had no idea truthfully where we were going, there was no plotted destination for the evening… we just wanted to get as far as possible while we had the light to do so… however, I had a sneaking suspicion and a decent memory that reminded me, "you’re on the wrong road dumbass".
That put us seven miles outside of Ellsworth in the wrong direction, and three miles beyond Floyd. “Well shit, guess we’re just gonna have to turn around then aren’t we?” I thought and wondered if Steve is still there. We crossed the road and the dividing lines in order to head back due East, back to Steve, back to Ellsworth, back to highway one. Back to the drawing board as they say (has anyone ever figured out who "they" are anyway?). Backtracking to our start.
Rotting? What, Steve? No. Not rotting, rather sitting rather confidently right where we left him, Floyd was pounding his face with a hoagie. “You holding out on me Steve!” Adam yelled and haphazardly wobbled across the highway to go taunt Steve. My stomach was consuming itself, it was 2:30 and I hadn’t eaten since my bowl of oatmeal at 9:00 AM… I was wishing I had a plate of bacon. Totally perplexed and wondering where in the “H” Floyd had landed such a feast (in the middle of nowhere!) I waited… Adam jumped back over the highway to take back his lead and we headed back toward town. He explained that the owner of the steel building of the parking lot that Floyd was occupying came to his rescue. Floyd refused the offer of the man’s truck to get back to town, but made use of his toilet and the buffet inside his warehouse. Mother F’er! Now I was hungrier than ever. I guess that’s what you get for leaving your friends behind.
This is where we left Steve/ FLoyd
Adam, probably not even looking to oogle Steve
Steve and his delicious hoagie
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