We started today at sea level and only climbed around 1500 feet to the top of what is called a mountain around here.
Doesn't sound impressive? It was.
We're in one of the East Coast glacial areas and the highest point of the pink weathered granite has spectacular views across the bay, across the Atlantic and across to Canada.
All of this with a relative lack of people in the area. We'd dabbled feet in the salty sea and then stomped in the same sand covered boots to a superb vista.
I gather in Maine the top pursuit is 'doing nothing'.
I think it fits well at the top of one of these views.
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