Acadia National Park, located on Mount Desert Island in Maine, rises out of the Atlantic Ocean to a summit elevation of 1,530 ft. It is an island of rocky coastlines and piney mountains.
Category: National Parks
Our campsite was situated next to a short 3-mile hike to scenic outlook called The Window which we tackled on the first day. The following day we summited the highest point in the park, Emory Peak, which took us on an 11 mile hike to an elevation of 7,832 ft with an elevation gain of 2,400 ft.
Few have the natural makeup to be comfortable in dark, tight spaces. Caves provide environments that are not well suited for long term human habitation. But since caves exist, the human instinct to dominate every place on earth, leads us down the proverbial rabbit hole to these dark subterranean caverns.
A recent stop (on our trip of never ending stops) had me thinking about a unique kind of memory. One that I want to hold onto forever but fear will slip away. That is the memory of a feeling. Specifically in this case, the feeling of being free in the desert.
The Grand Canyon ended up nestling deep in our minds and while we were working on our pieces for the trip, I happened to read the latest issue of National Geographic. Fortuitous for it presented, like the most satisfying answer to a question, the article “Are We Losing the Grand Canyon?” by Kevin Fedarko.
One take away was the great wonder and mystery of the cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde and the community living site at Chimney Rock. Another take away, which I have struggled with, is the critique on how our modern society has attempted to retell the story of this ancient civilization.
You don’t know what you don’t know. We have lived in Colorado our entire lives and neither of us had visited the sand dunes. Now having been, it feels comparable to as if we had never skied or seen a concert at Red Rocks. It should be something you do when you live in Colorado.