7 things that I plan on avoiding while on my road trip to Maine
In August I’m heading out on a road trip from Chicago to Maine. I’m still in the planning stage and I’m interested in hearing any suggestions that people might have for things that I should do, places that I should see, or foods that I “have to” eat while on the road.
In my last post I wrote about a few things that I like just to give people a sense of what types of things I am looking for. It included things like corn, and souvenir shops and pickle barrels. Good stuff, right?
Now I guess I should also tell you about things that I don’t like; things that I plan on avoiding. That way we won’t be wasting each other’s time.
So here’s my list of 7 things that I plan on avoiding while on my road trip to Maine:
by lemonkey
Renaissance Fairs
I don’t get the appeal of Renaissance Fairs. Why would a bunch of people go to spend the day watching another bunch of people act like they are living in Ye Olde England? That’s nutty.
There’s one that’s held every summer in Bristol Wisconsin, just over the border from Illinois, and I went once with my mom and sister when I was about ten. Bands of dirty urchins roamed about the village, hawking things like henna tattoos, giant turkey drumsticks and sarsaparilla. One extremely obnoxious lady kept yelling out, “Fritters…fritters!” in a really bad cockney accent. She scared me.
It was like 95 degrees out. Who really wanted to eat some hot, fried dough in that heat…in a corn field done up to look like a Renaissance village? All I wanted was a cold Coca-Cola, but they didn’t have any, just the sarsaparilla, and it was warm since refrigeration didn’t come to Ye Olde England until a couple hundred years after the Renaissance. (These character actors were really into it!)
Honestly, the whole experience kind of freaked me out, and if I remember correctly, I think I also barfed at some point too. I think it was the warm sarsaparilla.
So please, no Renaissance Fair recommendations. (But, if you have read my previous post, you’ll know that I do enjoy all things Pilgrimy. If there is a pretend Pilgrim Town that we’ll be passing, tell me about it, I’m there! I’ll even stick my head and hands in a stockade and take a picture for you).
by ecololo
Geckos
Mice, squirrels, dragonflies…any sort of darty-thing like that scares the crap out of me. Hands down the worst though are Geckos. They have extra-special magic powers to torment me with since they not only can scurry across the floors, but they can also run amuck on the ceiling. Those little buggers once nearly ruined a perfect week on St. John while I was staying at the Maho Bay Echo Cabins. Every night I laid in bed terrified that one of them would lose their black-magic powers and drop from the canvas ceiling onto my head. I had to sleep with a towel draped over my face, which was really hard to do in the ninety-degree heat.
by Old Shoe Woman
Audience Participation
I don’t want to do anything that might involve audience participation. That kind of stuff freaks me out; I try to avoid magic shows, hypnosis seminars and Branson Missouri type “Reviews.” I will only agree to go to things like that if I am guaranteed a seat in an upper balcony…maybe in the center of the row…somewhere that would really be hard for the entertainer to find me and drag me out onto the stage.
For my eighth birthday my family took me to a Luau at the Seven Seas Pavilion in Disney World where I was forced to get on the stage during a Hula demonstration. I was mortified. Now, nearly 40 years later, I’m still trying to recover.
by sweetbeetandgreenbean
Mushrooms
Not all mushrooms, but these white ones in the picture. They’re gross. I don’t even know what they are called. Button mushrooms? Why, because they are cute as a button? Ech! I find them offensive; especially when people put them on pizzas or batter them up and deep-fry them.
I do like cream of mushroom soup though. (They use a different kind of mushroom for that, right?) In fact, one of the most memorable meals I have had when traveling was a mushroom soup with a big doughy dumpling plopped in the center that I had in Germany several years ago.
I was driving through the countryside near Munich with a couple of friends and we stopped at a monastery for lunch. Our host, Christian, had said that the monastery made it’s own beer and the nuns ran a decent restaurant. It was early spring and the weather was still rainy and cold; the mushroom soup was delicious and comforting. I still think about it.
Oh, the beer was pretty good too, but c’mon, it was Germany, of course it would be.
FYI: I have no desire to attend any sort of Mushroom Fest that may be happening on the east coast in August. And don’t get all la-te-da on me and tell me about some amazing Truffle Fest…still a fungus.
by imnewtryme
Snorkeling
Yeah, I know, Maine is not a place you think of to go snorkeling, but still, you never know what someone might suggest. Some of you think fish are cool and all, and will go on and on about the amazing things you’ve seen while snorkeling or scuba diving, but it’s just not for me. I have issues with the ocean…and just about any other un-chlorinated body of water for that matter.
- Oceans have sharks and jellyfish. Also giant squid, razor sharp coral, and rip tides. Stuff that can really mess you up.
- Lakes have scummy/slimy bottoms where gruesome things may lurk. (Like broken 7-Up bottles that can severely cut an eight year old boy’s big toe, ruining an otherwise perfectly lovely Fourth of July picnic as well as any future career in the male foot modeling industry).
- Rivers can have squiggly parasites that want to actually find their way into your penis! (Have you seen that video on YouTube? Yikes, I have! I’d put a link to it here, but it might really freak you out, especially if you are a guy, and that’s not my intention with this blog. I really just want you to like me. If I freak you out you might not want to come back).
I have snorkeled a few times in my life, but honestly, the anxiety it causes me negates the pretty fish-viewing thing. Once in Key West we were dropped off in the middle of the ocean, about an hour’s sail from land, and told to have fun in the water. Right.
I was surprised by how shallow the water was, even though we were so far out, and because of the previous day’s storm, the water was really murky, it was hard to see more than three feet in front of you. I immediately felt claustrophobic. Then suddenly I saw a large white creature heading toward me. I knew it could only be a great white shark.
I panicked, turned into Scooby Doo, and started dog paddling back to the boat. I didn’t want to be eaten by a great white shark. I was still fairly young and imagined I had a few good years of adventure left in me. My simple life began to flash through my head as the thing got closer and closer. And then it was upon me and broke the surface!
Oh, hey y’all. Damn, I didn’t see you there! This water is so murky I almost swam into you. See any fish? I haven’t seen nearly any yet.
It wasn’t a large shark chasing me down, after all, it was the large middle-aged “bear” from Texas that had been the first one in the water when we dropped anchor. I screamed like a girl when he first popped up, but thankfully, with that snorkel in my mouth it sounded a lot manlier, sort of like a vuvuzela. I think I may have peed a little in the ocean too. Wouldn’t you?
When I realized it was just a “bear” I relaxed a bit, but I was not staying out any longer. I needed two things at that point, the safety of the deck, and a beer. In a few final strokes I was able to finally make it back to the boat. As I climbed the ladder the captain asked why I hadn’t stayed out longer and I mumbled something about “taking in too much salt water.”
Didn’t Jaws take place in New England? I don’t want to risk it while I’m on this vacation, so I won’t be doing any snorkeling.
by agelakis
Clowns
Raise your hand if you like clowns!
Now, if you raised your hand, look around you. See anyone else with his or her hand raised? Exactly, you’re the only one that likes clowns.
Clowns are scary. They are supposed to make you happy, but all they really do is bring you down. I think they know it too. That’s why most of them have that sad face drawn on with the one teardrop next to their eye. Or maybe it’s because they’ve finally realized that they wasted a lot of money going to Clown College. Ech. C’mon clowny, get a real job, maybe try stand-up or something, you’re scaring the kids…and me.
I won’t be attending any circus type events on my road trip to Maine, and please, if any of you know of a clown convention happening somewhere this summer in New England, will you please warn me? I’ll need to reroute.
by ambientfusion
Mimes
Mimes are clown-scary x 2.
Enough said.
So, that’s my list of 7 things that I plan on avoiding.
There are other things, believe me, I have issues, but I don’t want to overwhelm you and this post is already over 1500 words and that’s getting into the danger zone for bloggers. I’ve read that people who read blogs have short attention spans. Unless you have been totally entertained by my list, you’ve already clicked off of my blog and have moved onto something else.
I could tell you about my fear of spelunking, my dislike of fried zucchini, my lack of interest in attending a “chuck wagon”, or my desire to never set foot in a Wax Museum again, but those will have to wait for another time. Still, keep them in mind if you are inclined to make a suggestion.
- So, got any suggestions?
- Do you think I should maybe change my blog name from I’m Heading Out to A Traveler with Issues?