Over Labor Day weekend, I climbed up Mount Battie. Utilizing the Mount Battie / Mount Megunticook Trail, I went up Mount Battie first, and then up to Ocean Lookout.
The second leg of the hiking was more challenging. Upon my arrival at the top, I was immediately rewarded when I overheard a child yell “HEY YOU GUYS!” in the slothy Goonies voice over one of the cliffs.
As I made my way down, I bumped into a khaki-clad, salt and peppered man climbing up in loafers. I recognized him from the trail about a mile back. We had chit chatted about his attire (as mentioned), on Mount Battie, before I scooted beyond him and his child bride wife.
They had driven up Battie (an option), but decided to go on a walk around that apparently turned into a trek up the steep rocks to the Ocean Lookout.
“Hey there!” I called out to him. “Glad to see you.”
“Hey,” he answered. “How long ya been up there?”
He panted a little, in chorus with me.
“Good to see you’re tired,” he laughed.
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I’m a little weathered.”
“Well,” he said, as his wife lifted the bottom of her maxi-dress. “At least you’re not wearing sandals.”
She was. Wearing flip flops, I mean. I effectively hid my feelings and just warned him it got super steep.
As I carefully slid down the rocks, I heard him call out to me.
“Just wait until you’re my age,” echoed creepily through the trees.
