Day 3: The Precipice

It turns out that Acadia National Park isn’t known for its high-quality 4G networks, so while I wrote this on Monday, you’ll probably have to wait until I get to Bangor before this post is up.

After waking up bright and early at the Motel 6, my dad and I set out to compete the drive to Acadia. You’d think that Maine would be a small state, being in New England and all, but no, it’s a five-hour drive from Boston to Bar Harbor. It was at least a pretty drive, at least. We got to see the leaves change colors, the Atlantic Ocean, and the small towns that dot the coastline. Around lunchtime, we finally arrived at our destination. We set up the tent, unloaded our sleeping bags, and planned our hike for the day.

We walked about an hour along the main park road until we reached the start of the main attraction, the Precipice Trail. It wasn’t a long hike, but it was treacherous. Right at the very start, we had to climb an eight-foot rock face with just two rungs to hold onto. It was the admissions test for the hike. If you could make it past here, you were good to go; but if not, turn back.

Once we got past the first obstacle, there were still many rocks to scramble, ladders to climb, and thin paths to navigate. On the other hand, the views were spectacular. There was untouched forest all around, and beyond that the Atlantic Ocean and many small isles. Once we made it past the summit of Champlain Mountain (admittedly only about 1000 feet high), we hiked down the ridge and eventually made it back to camp.

We got back around 5 o’clock. Since it would get dark in just over an hour, we started on dinner. It was around that time I discovered what a horrendous job of packing I did for the camping portion. You see, I was used to the Boy Scouts, where I only had to bring personal gear, while communal items like tarps and cookware were provided by the troop. Therefore, it did not occur to me to buy stuff like soap or paper towels. I had to make an emergency drive to Bar Harbor to get the needed cleaning supplies while my dad stayed back and made a fire. Once all the work was done, we ended up taking an early night, since it was pitch black and there wasn’t really too much else to do.

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Otter Cove. I have finally reached the Atlantic.

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Challenge accepted.

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The first step's a doozy.

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I am very thankful for the railings.

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Not pictured: wind.

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Made it to the top!

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Gorham Mountain

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