An early start to the adventure.
Mountain creeks never get old. The clear seemingly untainted crisp cold water beckons a taste. A long trail climbed through the forest with a few markers stating "so and so died here". The trail itself wasnt perilous, but I suppose medical emergencies and weather conditions can change anything.
First view of the valley as I broke free from the forest canopy.
The peak of Mount Washington lies inside that cloud, supposedly where the worst weather in America resides.
There was still a long ways to go.
An adjacent peak.
Tiny alpine lakes spotted the increasingly barren landscape.
Sounds serious.
Looking back to where I came from, before I enter the clouds.
Its in there somewheres.
There was no sweeping views. Just a windy foggy chilly tourist attraction. The fact that on the other side of the mountain is a paved road kinda kills the fun factor. Yes I couldve driven up the mountain instead. People were asking me where the shuttle was and I decided it was time to leave. A great hike but not the best.
On the way down (different trail) I was treated to the best views yet.
A lot better. I got off the mountain a lot quicker than I originally planned. I also did not bring enough water so I was glad to be off the mountain when I was. The humidity was 100% and rain was on the way.
A nifty bridge on my way to Maine. My goal was to spend a relaxing day in Acadia National park. Kinda give me a rest inbetween the two peaks. The weather turned gray and wet.
Low flying clouds flowing like water over the coast line mountains.
The Maine coast really is something else. I stayed off the trail and bouldered my way down the coastline in a cool light drizzle.
Not a very friendly coast I guess.
Oh a beach!
I like beaches for short periods of time.
A tide pool running back out to sea.
Not the warmest of beaches.
A little birdie told me the sun was coming.
Things dried up quick and the people came out. Acadia was recently voted as Americas favorite national park. Dont wonder why.
There were islands made out of shells. Otter bay must be quite the feeding frenzy.
At times this bay would be filled with sea otters. Not today sadly.
The top of Mount Cadillac offered the best views of the Maine coast.
Incredible. And this was my "rest" day.
Baxter state park provided the back drop for my next and final day. I was tight on time and really wanted to meet my goals. Baxter state park is basically a set of peaks grouped tightly together deep in the Maine wilderness. I found the trail to be more difficult than Mount Washington. There was no road to the top. No visitor center or buildings. Definitely more my style.
Mandatory geological survey marker.
Now sitting at the highest point...
If only I could fly.
