Camden, Maine. August 5, 2019
Day started innocently enough. Sweet little café. Oldest family owned in Camden.
Maine blueberry pancakes, French toast, real maple syrup. Carbohydrate loading for the hike up -and then back down – Mt. Battie.
The reward. Penobscot Bay – spread out before you. Acadia in view. Sun glistening off the water. Camden Harbor below you.
Guide books described two moderate approaches for the hike.
Moderate. Bring it on.
On foot, we were closest to the first option for the ascent.
The ascent – wooded – soft pine needles and gnarly roots under your feet. What was all the fuss about?
We did encounter a couple who described crawling up the other side on their hand and knees. Must be wimps.
Lulled into complacency. Overly confident. We chose that other option for the descent.
Too late realizing that a descent marked “moderate” climbing means something way different in Maine.
We soldiered down. Using our best Spiderman moves. Chuck calling on his cat like reflexes. Scooting on our butts.
Nobody perished. No embarrassing skidding or careening off-of the edge.
High fiving all around.
You know those times that you get way more than you bargained for? In a good way. Eventually.
Today ended much the same as it began. Maine wild blueberries. Big as marbles. Pie this time.
Eaten on the front of the boat. Reclining. Watching the stars.
Topping?
Mary Beth saw her first shooting star.
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