Mountain Top Arcadia Park Harbor View



Maine
June ‘77

I’m sitting on top of a 580-foot mountain overlooking some
spectacular scenery in Arcadia National Park— forest, coastline, and
ocean—all beautiful.

After leaving Bar Harbor, I bicycled a beautiful ocean highway. The
forests were thick, so finding a place to camp wasn’t easy, but I
found a reasonable spot in the pines. There was too much daylight to
set up my tent (I was getting tired of playing hide and seek with the
authorities), so I hid my gear in the trees and went for a walk. I was
close to a hiking trailhead, so I followed it. The climb wasn’t bad,
and from the top the view of the harbor was fantastic. In an instant,
I realized that there was nothing preventing me from camping up there.

I hoofed it down the mountain and got my bike. After pushing it back
up the mountain, I was able to catch the last of the twilight as it
followed the sun beneath the horizon. The lights of Bar Harbor were
off to my left, and in front of me the lights from the inbound Nova
Scotia ferry drifted slowly across the harbor. When the ferry docked,
its lights became brilliant. Those were not the only brilliant lights
that came out that night. The sky was in full regalia. Looking up into
those stars, I felt right at home. I had to leave home to get home and
that was what made it all worthwhile! The mountain was obliging in
another way also. I was able to get a good picture of the morning
sunrise –just before the clouds rolled in bringing with them the
promise of more rain.

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About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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4 Responses to Mountain Top Arcadia Park Harbor View

  1. writingsprint says:

    We’re going up to the lakes in New Hampshire next weekend, and this puts me right in that frame of mind!

  2. eof737 says:

    Beautiful views… Love the colorful homes. 🙂

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