Expressing My Inner Goat / Climbing Mount Katahdin

Expressing My Inner Goat / Climbing Mount Katahdin

Climbing up the giant boulders was my favorite part of the hike. Walking’s a bit ‘been there, done that’.

We hiked up the Cathedral trail- the Cathedrals being giant chunks of rock (the mountain looking thing in the picture) that were sliced in squares like a giant cheese curd before it’s made into mozzarella (or like cake, for you non-cheese-obsessed people).

The whole way up I was thinking “oh man, I can’t wait to climb this again but starting in Georgia! (the beginning of the Appalachian Trail, of which Mount Katahdin is the northern terminus)” Most of the way down, I’m thinking “When will this end?!”

Things not to believe about Mount Katahdin, no matter how much certain young hot-shots insist otherwise:

1. “You don’t need that much water”

2. “The way down is easier”

3. “I forgot my backpack but two people can totally carry enough supplies for four people”

I would totally do it again, though!


Giant Fallen Tree

Giant Fallen Tree

I noticed this awesome fallen tree while climbing up the tiny mountain that boarders the back of our farm.

Hersey is the name of the dog hiding behind the branch. I don’t like her as much as my polar-bear dog-friends because she’s only interested in me if I have food, am climbing a mountain, or am giving attention to said polar bears. If I wanted to have to play mind games with my pet, I’d get a cat.

Smokey Mountains

Smokey Mountains

Every night here a heavy dew falls from the sky at night. As the sun rises, it evaporates the moisture from the dense foliage that covers the mountain, causing an effect that looks like a small camp of invisible hobos heating up their breakfast in the distance.

On especially moist days, I often wake up in a cloud of this fog so dense I can barely make out anything over the next hill. Sometimes I see a cloud on the highway, hanging low between two mountains, and I get to drive through it. Occasionally, it will even great me with a 20 second downpour.

My New Best Friend

My New Best Friend

There are actually two of these guys, but I can’t really tell them apart aside from a subtle difference in the matting of their dreadlocks.
They are the trusty guardians of our flock of meat sheep, and aside from the half gallon or so of dog food they eat every morning, they require little upkeep. They seem especially satisfied just chilling on a hill, blending in with the sheep.
I, meanwhile, like to take advantage of the fact that this will probably be the closest thing to hugging a polar bear I get to do without immediately dying afterwords.

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