It had been several days of travel on foot. I managed to be able to get to the sea port of Portland. It wasn't that much warmer there, but it was something. I managed to find some food to feast on. Some how instinct had clicked in and I was able to find what was ediable, and what wasn't. Thankfully.
I had been able to travel down along the coast, leaving behind me myths of sea side monsters, and tracks that rivel those of Lockness.
As much as I had gathered thus far I managed to speed along into massatchusets. Though unfortunatly, that ment I'd be passing by boston, and that I'd have to move away from the coast for a small while. This was going to get worse I figured, since the further south I go the larger chances I'll have of running into cities, and sea side resorts. I expect security, and survalience to be high in those areas, and I couldn't possibly evade capture if I were to go through those areas.
So with reluctence I headed back inland and continued my way south.