What were you?

The university Josh and I attend has two major branches, one located in Portland, the other in Gorham.  Gorham is a 25-or-so minute drive from Portland.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Josh has class in Gorham and I find myself more and more frequently offering him rides.  I love the excuse it gives me to drive out of the city, past the suburbs, and into the increasingly rural area outside of Portland.  While experimenting with a new return route on a recent trip to retrieve Josh, I spied an abandoned building.  There was no choice other than to pull over and snap pictures.  Here are the results.

Perhaps I can inquire with a few local historians and  find some information about this one-time country store.  Do any of you readers from Maine know when this place – Cotton’s, I believe it was called – was operational?

Ohh-a-whoa-whoa.

My dog is feeling better and now we can go on adventures again.  We like to explore the strange forests and semi-abandoned warehouses in our area.  Today we went to Thompson’s Point, which houses various big brick structures (some in use) and lots of rusting industrial equipment.  The area, which borders the Fore River and is reputed for housing transients, is purportedly going to be destroyed and turned into some type of hotel.  I thought Portland had a surplus of lodging these days, but was apparently wrong.

Tomorrow we’re going to revisit a conservation area in Falmouth, I think.  There are lots of garden snakes and blackberries there, as well as an abandoned house and barn.  I read that the land used to house a shingle mill.

For now I think I’ll drink some more caffeine to get me through this shift and watch the rest of The House on Sorority Row: