Ascent of Cadillac Mountain on 2013-07-25
|Other People:||Solo Ascent|
|Date:||Thursday, July 25, 2013|
|Ascent Type:||Successful Summit Attained|
| Motorized Transport to Trailhead:||Car|
| Elevation:||1528 ft / 465 m|
Ascent Trip ReportCoHP – HANCOCK COUNTY, MAINE
NPHP – ACADIA NATIONAL PARK
My trip home was filled with a lot of action. After Fred dropped me off at my car in East Millinocket, I drove down to Cadillac Mountain and spent quite a bit of time in the national park.
I was fortunate to find a parking spot nearly in front of the gift shop at the top of the mountain. I easily found the wide trail that led behind the gift shop and up the rocks to the Mount Desert 1856 HP benchmark. I then wandered around that area and was successful at finding the USGS K24 benchmark as well as a couple of reference benchmarks.
The views from the top of the mountain were awesome! It was a clear day, and it was pleasing to look to the green and waters below.
After wandering around the true summit area, I then visited the nearby “tourist summit”. This area was adjacent to the large parking lot, and it was inhabited by what seemed like hundreds of people on this day. Among the visitors was a group of artists who were busy painting various scenes of their own choosing. I stopped and spoke with a couple of painters. I found that they were all part of an art class at a nearby art institute. Today’s assignment was to visit the mountain and paint… which they were all doing quite well, to my own amateur eye.
Around this summit area were various sign boards that pointed out the objects that could be seen in the distance. To the north, one sign proclaimed you could see Katahdin in the distance. About 120 miles distant per the Mike Schwartz trip report, I found myself less skeptical than Mike about whether the great mountain could actually be seen. On this clear day, I actually took photos of the ridge in the distance, and I have no doubt that it was Katahdin sitting as the high point of the ridge.
I walked back to my car before making a trip to the gift shop. After making a few purchases, I was back at the car and ready to drive down the mountain road. Not long after I left the parking lot, I looked out my driver’s window and noticed several small papers flying around. I soon realized that these small papers were my receipts! Before driving off, I had absent-mindedly left my black wallet that contained all this paper on the roof of my car. I quickly found a place to pull over, and I walked back to retrieve the papers. A passing car slowed down and handed me the black wallet they had retrieved; I gathered every paper I could find, all of them in my opinion based on the windless day that kept the papers from flying very far after they hit the ground.
I was relieved by my gathering effort, particularly when I tell you that one of the “papers” I found was a banking envelope that had more than $100 in cash in it! It seems like each one of my highpointing trips includes a loss or some other bone-headed act such as this one. Loss of the money would certainly rank among the biggest boners of my peak-bagging career. Fortunately, all was recovered, and the flying paper was just another humorous part of my life.
It was now late in the day, and I knew where I would be dining for supper. As one leaves Mount Desert Island, you come to a lobster diner known as the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound. Exactly one week ago to the day, I had been introduced to this place by Dave Covill. I enjoyed the frist experience so much that I decided to do it again.
Last week, after a day of group county highpointing, Dave had led all interested persons to this destination so we could experience a real Maine seafood feast. It was a no-brainer that I decided to order a lobster as part of my meal. A staff man took me to a freezer-like container that had several doors on top. Inside, in the various compartments, were numerous live lobsters, sorted by approximate size. I told the man I was hungry for a large lobster, so he opened a door. Without much thought, I pointed out the one that caught my attention, and I told him, “I’ll take that one”. He pulled it out and put it on a scale, but I wasn’t told the weight at that time. He put the live lobster into a sturdy fishnet-like bag, and he handed it to another man to take to the cooking pots.
I waited and waited anxiously, but no lobster was delivered. Other people who had ordered after me were getting their meals, so I eventually got up and asked about my own meal. I was told it was coming; it was just taking a bit longer than the others. Finally, my number was called, and I retrieve my red crustacean as my mouth watered in anticipation.
Back at the table, Dave and others eyes bugged out when they saw what I had ordered! It turns out that my lobster weighed in at over 4 pounds! Most lobsters eaten by one person were in the 1.25-1.50 pound range, with a 2 pound meal being the normal topside. We all just laughed. I had made my bed, and now I had to lie in it.
Dave instructed me and others on the finer points of breaking the lobster into its various pieces. He pointed out what were the various inner components of the beast, both the edible and the non-edible parts. I made my way through the tail, claws, and other tentacles and enjoyed every bite. Surprisingly, when I was done, I felt pleasingly full but not overly stuffed.
Tonight, I found my way back to this restaurant and indulged myself in a second lobster dinner. This time, the portion was a more reasonable 1.50 pounds in size. In a word, delicious!
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