APR 28, 1994

STOLEN FOOD

I had a pretty good night with my new friend outside of York Beach, ME. I was glad that the minister had made the arrangements. Curt was a great guy and a talented one. Curt and three other musicians had formed a group and made several tapes of Christian music. What was so great about it was that the music wasn't recorded in any large studio but cut right in the group's homes and also the sounds of nature that was in the area like seagull calls, ship bells, and the surf were incorporated into the music. Curt slipped me a couple of tapes.

When we went outside to the garage to get the bike and the rest of my gear that I had left on the bike, we had a bit of a shock. Something had gotten into the food pannier and taken out all of the food. I was surprised that the pannier hadn't been bit into but instead the rain flap and the zipper had been opened. Curt told me that there was a good possibility that a racoon had did this.

Curt offered to take me and the bike over to a grocery store that would be on my way heading north and he also slipped me ten dollars to pay for the new food. Now, I could surely say that I had been out-smarted by a Maine Coon.