It's What I Do
Knowing that it was my last full day in Acadia, I, once again, took out my trail maps. Planning on doing a little leisurely walking on some of the Carriage Roads, I pulled onto Loop Road.
When the directional signs appeared, I suddenly found myself heading up Cadillac Mt AGAIN. I had been there so many times throughout my visit and yet as my car climbed, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated and ALIVE.
Being early, finding a parking spot was easy this time. It was cold...about 37 degrees and there was a strong Easterly wind. Exiting the car, I put on my backpack, grabbed a hat and was ready to begin my "leisurely walk".
Seeing a sign for the North Ridge Trail and the blue markers, I thought why not? I will say though that once I got off the gravel path and saw what was ahead, I hesitated. However, then my head said...it's what I do.
Following the blue trail markers, and making my way up the granite, suddenly my surroundings grabbed a hold of my soul, making me forget everything.
Feeling more and more like a billy
goat as I climbed, I began to feel a little concerned about just where I was heading.
That was, however, I until I saw the sign.
Doing what anyone would do at this point, I sat on the cold granite, dangling my legs over the edge wishing I had brought my heated cushion on this trip. Waiting near there on the edge of the overlook, it wasn't long before the Acadia Ranger, Carol, showed up with all her gear to begin the Hawk Migration Count for the day. Ideally we would have preferred the wind to be out of the North, so the numbers that morning were low compared to the past few.
When the directional signs appeared, I suddenly found myself heading up Cadillac Mt AGAIN. I had been there so many times throughout my visit and yet as my car climbed, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated and ALIVE.
Being early, finding a parking spot was easy this time. It was cold...about 37 degrees and there was a strong Easterly wind. Exiting the car, I put on my backpack, grabbed a hat and was ready to begin my "leisurely walk".
Seeing a sign for the North Ridge Trail and the blue markers, I thought why not? I will say though that once I got off the gravel path and saw what was ahead, I hesitated. However, then my head said...it's what I do.
Following the blue trail markers, and making my way up the granite, suddenly my surroundings grabbed a hold of my soul, making me forget everything.
Feeling more and more like a billy
goat as I climbed, I began to feel a little concerned about just where I was heading.
That was, however, I until I saw the sign.
OMG! Are you kidding???? If this wasn't meant to be, I don't know what was! Following tihs steep, rugged trail along the ledge had led me to THIS!!
Spending the entire morning here with people who shared the same passion was a fitting last day in Acadia.
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
It's What I Do
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