I told a dear person I'd been in Acadia. She asked me had I climbed The Precipice?... NO.... Had I climbed The Beehive?... NO... A confusion on her face and then the silence. She could not come up with anything else to ask...
... a glance at Beehive... crowds as usual, I guess... reaching for the high point... I continue my hiking... in the company of rocks and trees... following lichens into rolling distance... where the Ocean meets that Line... and back... the Trail takes me in...
... ALL in my eyes and ears... the time has lost its meaning...
