Stephen King’s house is surrounded by a black wrought iron fence with gargoyles. My couchsurfing host says she’s met the famous author numerous times, once at a party at his house. Not only is he not a snob, he supports plenty of local causes and hangs out with local people. When he’s not too busy writing.
To celebrate my arrival, I re-watched the mini-series IT after reading that this was King’s most Bangor-based book. Clowns aren’t a big fear of mine, but I can appreciate their scare potential. I also spent a day reading about real scary stories here. Just to get in the mood. Because October.
October is also when Maine campgrounds all close up for the season. I have been wild camping every night that I can’t find a host. The extensive backroad ATV trails mean there’s always a place, if I’m not too scared of the dark.
I just started reading 11/22/63. Perfect reading because the book opens in the area where I’m riding. The main character even drives up the same highway I rode south on one day. He describes the area in 1958, back when everyone smoked and the mills were still open, spewing out air and water pollution. He also runs into two characters from IT, which I might not have caught if I hadn’t watched the miniseries. I’ll watch the James Franco version of this book once I’m done.