 No working today for either of us. We slept in, ate a fancy breakfast of curried veggie omelets and English muffins, drove back to Great Pond Mountain’s trailhead near the Craig Brook fish hatchery, in Orland, and set off on foot. Five miles, down to the beautiful banks of the Dead River, up to the rockytop summit of GPM. From the spur trail called “south overlook,” you can see Schoodic and Tunk mountains, all of Acadia National Park’s range laid out, and down the coast to Camden Hills, probably 80 miles of coastal vista all at our doorstep. What a gem of a mountain, and so understated. Back home, we’ve pitched a tent by the pond and we’re sleeping out there tonight, trying to ignore all but the critical pings of the cell phone. Jonathan is getting the campfire going. Some days you just need to go away. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 237: 148 words, TOTAL = 38,884; 21,116 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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