I flew to Bangor a few weeks ago and met up with a friend from the internet: a kindly math teacher I've been playing in a niche word game called Letterpress since 2018. We'd gotten to know each other through the game, and he'd told me to let him know if I was ever in Maine. He ended up picking me up from the airport and taking me to a bog.
I'm a writer, and I was in Stephen King country for a panel about the work of Stephen King. I couldn't help but notice that this was a great set-up for a Stephen King novel. Thankfully, my friend was who he said he was, and our bog adventure was on the Orono Bog Boardwalk.
This was an incredible treat, one I doubt I would've found without some local guidance. The boardwalk is mostly in Orono, but it's accessible through the Bangor City Forest, which is itself a remarkable landmark. I'd never been to Maine before--or, as far as I'm aware, any kind of bog--and the scenic beauty took my breath away. The boardwalk ran right over the peat bog in a flat, easy one-mile loop. I'm in terrible shape, and I felt like I could walk around three times. The sights were astonishing, so much sky and greenery. The bog was less, well, boggy than expected. It was dense with vegetation rising up to meet the boardwalk, so it felt like we were floating across the top of a forest. Between the views and the clean, crisp October air, this was a heavenly excursion for a West Coast city troll like me.
If we had an Orono Bog Boardwalk where I live, it would be clogged to capacity every day of the year. On a Tuesday morning in Maine, it was calm and quiet. We ran across maybe a dozen other people making their way around the loop.
So not only did I not get murdered, I made a new friend and enjoyed a truly extraordinary morning walk. There may be bodies in that gorgeous Orono Bog, but none of them are mine. read more