When I was in high school. a friend invited me to hike Barren Mountain with him and one of his other friends. Back then, the fire lookout was still intact—I remember napping in the cab. It’s gone now—it had been before the last time I climbed Barren, which was…I don’t remember. […]
My wife and I drove to Portland, Maine, for a concert the night before this hike. We got back to my parents’ place around two in the morning, and my brother intended to pick us up around four. I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but I tried to nab a few winks en route to Baxter State Park. […]
Borestone Mountain is the first mountain I ever climbed. Hiked. Walked up. One of those. I was eight, in third grade, and I didn’t know it at the time, but it would prove to be life-changing. All right, that’s a little grandiose, but it would prove to be an important developmental milestone. […]
