Sep 012015
 

Early morning and I am sitting on Congress st waiting for a rider.  At 6:30 I have already taken my first rider and I am drinking an ice coffee from the Speckeled Ax.  Itis a new designer coffee place that has popped up.  I wonder how many people will pay $3.oo plus for a cup of coffee.  This time of the morning you get the homeless who try to get to the trash bins early to glean any returnable bottles that might have been missed.  A young female runner passes an old man in a motorized wheelchair.  The man stops and wheels the chair around to catch a glimpse of her comely ass.  He smiles and imagines better days.  A man gets out of a Jeep to go in for coffee.  He is in a suit and tie and he expresses his coolness but wearing no socks.  Others walk by hurring to start their days with the ever present smart phone attached to their ears.  

  

  

Aug 292015
 

If you haven’t been to Baxter State Park and Mt. Katahdin put it on your bucket list.  Katahdin would be considered a hill compared to the mountains of the west.  It is only about one mile high but the mountain and the surrounding area of the park are almost magical.  We hiked a mile up one of the approach trails and I only want to return to record the beauty of the trail in more detail.  The Abol stream to the right of the trail was musical adding to the mystique of the climb.  Bright green moss covered the rocks and fallen trees and were kissed by the rays of sun that filtered through the trees.  A chipmunk greeted us on the way up.  It kept pace with us on the way up never going far away.  When called it returned to me and touched my outstretched with its nose before scampering away. 

 

 

 

Aug 202015
 

One of the advantages of driving for Uber is that there are times of the day when the volume of rides drops and it allows me to take a break.  Times like that I can grab a short nap and also take in views of where I live.  Since I started driving six weeks ago I have been able to add a lot to my Portland album. 

Aug 092015
 

It is 12:10AM and I am sitting on Old Orchard Street in Old Orchard Beach waiting for the bars to close.  I can hear rock music in the background.  Not many cars are going by and not many people are walking.  It is a beautiful clear night and the streets are well  lit.  There are people lined up at Bill’s Pizza.  I’m hungry but I don’t want to take the chance to miss a call for a rider.  

According to what I have been told the time between 1AM and 3AM is prime time and there is money to be made because the amount of drivers can’t keep up with the demand so the prices considerably.  If it works out as expected I will repeat the same thing again tomorrow night.   I want the money and I am willing to adjust my schedule to maximize my earnings.  Strangely I seem to have a lot of energy.  

Saturday night in Old Orchard Beach did not go as expected.  After a good day working Portland I got three late fares in OOB and got home at 2AM on Saturday Monday.  I will not go back again too soon.  Saturday was better in Portland and I was back to the old energy. 

 

 Old Orchard Beach

Last Call in OOB