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how to get a slice of pizza... in Maine

I had a long day today. I visited my only Filipina friend here in Maine and had fun eating rice, orange pork spare ribs with crunchy brocolli and deep fried smelts (the ones that we caught up at Gardiner when we went ice-smelting).

Hubby picked me up at around 7 pm. It started snowing again. Another snow storm was announced earlier so I was no longer surprised. The road was already covered with sleets and we missed the driveway entrance a few yards because the truck slided when my hubby hit the brake. It was really slippery. Then, hubby told me... "go bundle up, we are going down the trail" as he parked the truck in the driveway.

Reluctantly, I layered my clothes and wrapped my neck in fleece scarf. We were about to hit the trail... in snowmobile... in the middle of a blizzard... in the darkness of the night... in the deepest of the woods.Since I come here, everything for me is always the first time. And for the first time in a long while... I've never felt so religious that night than any night since I've been here. I was clutching the heated bars of the snowmobile so tightly while praying Hail Mary's and calling the names of my patron saints and my guardian angels as we twisted and turned and slided up and down into the frosted woods. It was awesome and scary at the same time.

We trekked about 20 miles into the woods in the cold blizzard that night and all of a sudden we found the sign... TO STANDISH PIZZA HOUSE. Gee, I didn't see that coming. We followed the arrow and found the pizza house about 5 miles.We found a dozen of snowmobiles parked in the parking lot. We thought the drive thru was a-okay... but we changed out mind.

Indeed, Mainers have different ways of having fun in winter (despite their constant whining about the weather). And indeed, they always have reason to go out... even if it is to get a slice of pizza.


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