I learned how to fold paper cranes at Terra Sol Sanctuary in downtown Wilmington, NC. Up for the task? Prepare to be frustrated.
Over Labor Day weekend, I climbed up Mount Battie in Camden Hills State Park. Utilizing the Mount Megunticook Trail, I went up Mount Battie first, and then up to Ocean Lookout.
I have one rule about sudden staircases. You must go up them. As evidenced in my post about Green Lake, I’m not hesitant to do so.
Camden, Maine. It’s either the real life Stars Hollow or the real life Camden, Maine. Think boutique shops, lots of pretty sailboats, and super shiny shop windows warning not to even think about bringing a drink in there.
I was on my way to hike Mount Battie, when I passed through Camden and spotted these treasures. The sighting inspired an almost two-hour delay to my mountain top ooh-ing and awe-ing.
Sometimes I wander off, and end up somewhere I may or may not be allowed to be. Did you follow that?
The Breakwater Lighthouse in Rockland Harbor was one of the best parts of my time there. I walked out on the rocky pier, which reminded me a lot of the large rocks you can walk on in Reykjavik’s harbor.
The trail is still. Sweat trickles down my back, although there’s a ton of shade. Somewhere in the distance, I hear two women softly speaking spanish.
Remember the Butter episode of Seinfeld, when Kramer sits on the roof slathered in, yeah, you guessed it. Well, when I climbed Piestewa Peak (2,610 feet) in Phoenix last May, I had similar sentiments.
There’s something everyone experiences when they visit they visit The Icelandic Phallological Museum in Iceland. A special moment that no matter where else you visit in in the world, you’ll never, ever forget.