This Maine Road is Perfect for an Impromptu, Spooky Halloween Drive
Editor's note: This article was written by a Townsquare Media Northern New England contributor and may contain the individual's views, opinions, or personal experiences.
Before I even get into this, let me just rip the bandaid off for anyone who notices the hood of my truck in the bottom of this picture that's clearly taken from the driver's seat and wants to bust me for TeXtInG aNd DrIvInG -- I pulled over in the insanely too narrow breakdown lane next to the guardrail and put my hazards on to take any picture you see in this article.
I couldn't live with the guilt of getting into an accident and possibly harming or killing someone just for a picture for an article, and I most definitely wouldn't risk messing up my truck either. So I just saved you the time and energy for trying to cancel me. But I digress...
Halloween season in Northern New England
Obviously, it's not just Halloween season in New England, but there's something extra unique and next level about Halloween season here. The changing leaves and temperatures. The seemingly constant cloudy, gloomy skies. The ghostly chill in the air. It all just adds to the mystique of Halloween in New England.
But even knowing and experiencing all that my entire life in New England (minus the couple years in Tulsa, Oklahoma), I didn't expect to come across what I did yesterday while I made the drive west from Southern Maine to the mountains in New Hampshire.
Maine State 136 along the Androscoggin River
The route my GPS took me early yesterday morning to meet with family for breakfast in at the Town & Country Inn in Sherburne, New Hampshire brought me through Durham (Maine, not NH) along the Androscoggin River on Maine State 136. It was around 7:30a and my truck thermometer said it was in the 40s, with the sun peeking out but also pretty chilly in the air.
After driving through some thick, thick fog (that literally looked like driving into the abyss), I turned left around the bend of 136 in Durham and began driving parallel to the Androscoggin, with the river to my right. And the sight was something out of the old Friday the 13th movies with Jason Voorhees stalking his prey along an eerie, foggy Crystal Lake -- except this was daytime.
Something so simple and unexpected, but also just an absolute perfect view during Halloween season. The cemetery I saw off to the left about a mile after the fog burned off over the Androscoggin was a nice touch, too.