Date: Fri, 10 Jan
1997 13:10:25 -0500
Yesterday was the day to go for a long walk in Acadia National Park. Earlier this week the wind made it a bit too cold to walk comfortably. Today we were supposed to get snow or freezing rain.
So I went off to start my day with a 30-minute rowing machine workout with Lucy. Clyde walked to town for the newspapers and to get some black and white film for his camera.
While erging, Lucy suggested we try the Canon Brook trail. I met Clyde after erging and we agreed to do just that. The trail started out on the south side of the Tarn, going through a hardwood forest past beaver ponds. There was lots of evidence of recent beaver activity. Birch trees were chomped down with sections carried off. We saw one large beaver house.
The temperature was in the mid-20s. Most streams that we crossed had open water running under the ice. Quite pretty. After about a mile and a half we reached a small water fall on the Canon Brook. Open water was running behind an ice flow and over a granite outcropping. Clyde set up the tripod and camera. I looked for a way to continue on our path without having to walk on the ice flow.
There didn't seem a safe way to continue on our trail. Anyway, the map looked like soon this trail would break out of the woods and head straight up Mount Cadillac. We didn't want to do that.
So we back-tracked. I was in the lead. At the junction of the Canon Brook Trail and the South Face of Dorr Mountain Trail I turned left and headed up Dorr. Clyde balked. I waved him on. I heard a mutter about "not climbing any effing mountain". But he came willingly enough.
The forest changed completely. We were no longer in hardwood but were in a fir forest with large granite rocks and very little underbrush. Very quickly, without much climbing, views opened up to the South. We could see open ocean. Then we could see Otter Cliffs. It was gorgeous. It was that kind of better and better views that kept us climbing.
To the South was the ocean. To the North and West was Mount Cadillac. We could see the summit where the tourists (and locals) watch sunrise during the summer. To the East was the back of Champlain Mountain. The other side of that mountain is called The Precipice. It is where the peregrine falcons nested these past two Springs.
But soon ice covered the trail and common sense caught up with us. We turned back, through the fir forest, into the hardwoods, past the beaver ponds, and to the car. A very pleasant two and a half hour walk on a cold January day in Acadia National Park.