The tree’s trunk is large enough that 2 people cannot get their arms around it. Secondary branches are thicker than many of the small trees planted in the garden.
I look around the broad stone bowl, soaking as much into my senses as possible. The Little Stony River threads through an opening in the rock directly across from me, high above the basin.
Looking at this photo, I see her quiet contemplation of the still waters around her, searching for opportunities. Wise with her training and experience, she calmly positions herself for success.
The creek enters through colorful foliage, spilling and plunging into several pools. The soothing rhythms, fresh air and colorful surroundings make a perfect place to lose track of time.
The air is still, save a few gentle breezes that rustle the glowing leaves on their branches.
The trail levels a bit as I crest the hill. I enter a clearing and pause to admire the view.…
A simple mixture of nuts, fruits, sweets and crunchy cereals gives pleasure, energy and a great treat to enjoy at the top of a mountain. It is portable and delicious. Trail mix by itself can lure me outside. It is without exaggeration a miracle in a zipper bag.
Next week is my Grandfather’s birthday. It would have been number 95, but he has been gone for a few…
The dark morning air is cool and still. My headlamp illuminates the trees on the other side of the clearing – no fog today. Grabbing a few muffins I head for Park Loop Road and Boulder Beach. Sunrises in Acadia National Park are not to be missed.
I hear the waterfall but I can’t see it. Climbing over a jumble of moss-covered boulders the sound grows louder.…