Pemetic mountain south ridge ascent. Best hike ever. Scrambling over pink granite. That’s Dan up there…I’m too busy picking blueberries. Sweet, perfectly plumped up in patches welcoming sunshine.
Wish I knew some geology. Rocks unite but are different. I like that.
A stellar summer for climbing Acadia’s peaks: Beech, Flying, Acadia, Champlain, Eliot and now Pemetic mountains. North and South Bubbles. Biking to Wonderland and Ship Harbor almost every day. Leaning my bike into the bushes and walking the 1.3 miles over roots and rocks.
So many islands in the distance. First summer I remember not being on the water. The Atlantic seems so friendly to me — all those safe harbors. I’ve also seen its wrath. Not today. It’s as smooth as ice.
Next week I’ll be in Chapel Hill, N.C. Dan will be on his way home to Tucson. He’s taking three weeks to get back. I’m taking two days to be with my two kids and their lovies. One with a new home in academia; the other about to take off for the other side of the world.
Everything changes. Thanks to Mount Desert Island for its majestic beauty, for encouraging me to be nature girl again. Thanks to 165 Seawall Road for harboring my epiphanies.