Tomorrow, I will conquer this mountain for the second time. Last year, right around this time, I conquered it for the first time. Towering above the Maine landscape at just 12 feet shy of a mile, it is a glorious mountain – the greatest mountain in America, East of the Mississippi River: Mount Katahdin (“The Greatest Mountain,” in Penobscot). I will be hiking with three of the most authentic Mainers you will find on the planet: 40-somethings who are bachelors and are the definition of Maine character and humor.
I will also be hiking with my brother-in-law, plus another good and authentic New England friend, and then my Kiwi friend. Though I have only traveled to Baxter State Park, home of Mount Katahdin, a couple times, it has quickly commended itself to me as one of the most beautiful places on earth. Pure beauty – especially when Moose are roaming freely.
Here is a Google Earth image of what we will be facing tomorrow – a view from Chimney Pond, which is about half-way up the mountain.