Experiencing the awesome White Mountains through the cold and howling nights at the JJCG, the beauty of the Sabbaday Falls, the challenge of the Boulder Loop climb, the Greeley Ponds “horizontal” trail, the winds of Mt. Washington, the desolation of the Bear Notch Road, the caves and falls of Lost River, the vistas of Cathedral Ledge and much more.
Entering NYS through the “Great National Playground” of the Adirondacks, witnessing the past glory of Lake Placid, climbing (parts of) Mt. Whiteface, moving on to the St. lawrence region, enjoying a amazing jazz festival over the river, walking the Wellesley Island Preserve and taking the 1000 Islands cruise.
Driving the 132 all the way from the NYS border and around Gaspe, the highlights were Parc National du Bic, Parc Forillon, Perce and Bonaventure. Marine life, beaches, forests, geology, charming villages and “ends of the world” were peppered by interesting human interactions.
Crossing the border back to the States I was still in the same bioregion, the same landscape, now all season colors. Finally making it to Acadia National Park rounded up my visit in Northeast America. To avoid the postcard feeling, I did some walks re-igniting my enthusiasm for the beauty all around me. Back at the Pond I packed up and said good bye to my wonderful trip.
The epilogue is an attempt to appreciate the physical and psychological long-term effects of my sola camping trip, especially my decision making processes. “On this trip nobody penetrated the space between me and my agency, so every mistake or misstep were clearly mine and owned, as well as every decision well taken.”