6/29/2008

Best Lobster Roll


Red's Eats in Wiscasset Maine puts an entire lobster on their lobster rolls. This was news to me.


They are thee best lobster rolls in Maine. They must be.


Lobster face wanted poster.

6/26/2008

Big Tire


Mike and Matt haul a mudding tire from Gardiner, Maine.

6/21/2008

Starks, Maine


Outside the gates of the Freedom Festival in Starks, Maine.

6/20/2008

Library Art


A monument to readers of the Lithgow Library & Reading Room. A lost & missing bookmark collage.

6/14/2008

Brunch


Brunch from a gas station.


Disc golf.


The game wardens check Paul Adams' fishing license at the Adams' camp dock.

Telling





You don't have to sit around a campfire to tell a story. (But it wouldn't hurt.)

6/13/2008

Living in a Sustainable Destination


My neighbor Donna showed me this nice place by a lake. Kids go there. You have to watch for broken glass, beer bottles. It is along the road, a back road.


By the lake, beneath the tall tall trees, next to a swampy place referred to as "the bathroom," there was a stone fire pit. At the center of it smoldered a pillow.

6/10/2008

Most Reverand and Efficient


Public consciousness has made environmentalism a moral issue. The Rev. Perry rides a scooter. He sets a good example as a community leader and a modern conservationist.

6/08/2008

Climbing Katahdin Again


I climbed Mount Katahdin on Saturday. It's really exhilarating to be above the tree line.


One of the best things about Katahdin's alpine environment are the lichen, moss, and miniature vegetation.


Ben is an avid hiker and backpacker, I hitched a ride to Baxter State Park with him.


Brothers Etienne and Simon of Montreal take cover from the wind beside a boulder near Thoreau Springs. They are waiting for some friends before heading on to Baxter Peak.


At the top for the second time in a week.


I was told by Donna the botanist that this flower that grows all over the mountaintop is called diapensia. She also told me the alpine azalea I photographed the prior Sunday was an extremely rare member of the rhododendron family, that has several other aliases.


A group of botanists and outdoorists hike and observe, led (but physically followed) by Donna.


The rock structures are amazing in the mist. Sometimes I mistakes rocks for people, sometimes I mistake people for rocks.


I am climbing back down the rocks.


Ben climbing down the Hunt Trail boulders, also the northern-most piece of the Appalachian Trail.


Stopping to take in the view as the clouds clear.

6/07/2008

Power Outage


A thunderstorm power outage at the Dollar Tree dollar store.

6/02/2008

Climbing Mount Katahdin to Another Planet


I enter the dense vegetation of Maine's Highlands via a black slab paved through misty morning trees. Crows, osprey, eagles, scavengers, hawk patrol this path hoping for road kill; that's a set table for them.
I beep my horn at a black bird as it flies along side me. It smiles. It knows I'm a scavenger too. Collecting photos and experiences is the feast I look for, like meat spread across my table, or road.


The further north I head the more the highway narrows. Two lanes, one lane, then a path. I am an animal walking up it. Up the path my belongings now hanging from me, dragging in the brush, dragging through, attached to me - occasionally falling off.


Vegetation above the altitude of tree growth consists of low-lying bushes, lichen, and moss and liverworts. There is also hearty grass and beautiful small flowers. Here are some alpine azaleas. Awesome.


This is Jamie on his first Katahdin climb of the year. He climbed this massive pile of rocks 13 times last year.


This Bavarian woman's trail name is Alpine Strider. This was her first day heading south on the Appalachian Trail. She did the complete trail south to north last year.


Two alumni of the University of Maryland, from Washington, D.C., begin their journey south on the Appalachian Trail. Their trail names are Doctor Funk and Fist Pump.


Jamie is already on his way down and I've still got about a mile to the peak.


The Hunt Trail is classified as strenuous but is well worth it. I am told by Jamie that the rangers usually give worse case weather scenarios to hikers and climbers. Today's forecast was possible thunderstorms and hail in the afternoon. The wet weather really made it feel like you were climbing to another planet.


I have arrived at the 5,267 ft. Baxter Peak. It was raining, or something similar. Water was just beading up on everything. I was inside of a rain cloud. Not getting rained on, but walking through the droplets.


The highest cairn or rock pile in Maine. Cairns are mostly used in above-tree line climbing and hiking to mark the trail.


I ate lunch with some Canadians from around Montreal, Eric and Felix. They were in town (Bangor, Maine I think) for a real estate convention. Last year the convention was in Seattle so they climbed Mt. Rainier.


Another Eric was a flightline technician in the Navy. He now attends the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and is producing work and hiking the Appalachian Trail for credits.


Set my camera on a rock an took this picture of myself on another planet.


The sky begins to clear.


As the clouds disappear I remember I am afraid of heights, but more afraid of being a wuss.


Looking west towards Barren Mountain.


Splashing my face with the cool clear water of Katahdin Stream.


Mount Katahdin from the Katahdin Stream trail head. The mountain was not visible, covered by clouds when I started 10.4 miles ago.

6/01/2008

Last of Cape Breton: From Last Week


Ballast Ground Wharf at night.


Logistics backup due to a problem with one of the Newfoundland ferries.


Trophy bug windshield, mostly from New Brunswick.


Coincidentally, I met Chuck and Denise, both Cape Bretoners, at the Tim Hortons in Augusta Maine the day after I got back from Nova Scotia.