I've been to New York City countless times, and it never gets old. I've been enjoying watching the Freedom Tower get higher and higher every time I visit. I'm sure when I see it next, it'll be completed.
|View of the Freedom Tower (pink for some reason) and Lower Manhattan from The Standard Hotel|
|See the resemblance?|
|My oldest friend (left- Josh) meets one of my newest friends (right- Erik, an Alaska 2012 companion) |
over a game of Dominion
This weekend it was Baxter State Park in northern Maine... like 7-hours-north-of-Boston-northern Maine. No wonder I hadn't been there. It's a loonnnnng haul. I've been hearing about Baxter for a very long time, and I figured this was my chance to get there. With a 7 hour drive in each direction, you really need a good chunk of time. I only wish I had more time... and more in-advance planning. They are very strict there- you can only camp in designated areas, and it's all by reservation. I only started getting serious about going there a few days in advance so my camping options were very limited. I also wanted to climb Katahdin, but given the lack of campground availability, it wasn't in the cards this time.
Baxter State Park is home to Mount Katahdin- the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail and the highest point in Maine. I couldn't help but feel like I was in Alaska. Maine has many similar qualities. It was truly the most primitive place I've ever been on the East Coast. There were many moose about- although I didn't actually see one. I did, however, have a very close encounter with a black bear. It was by far the closest call I've had with a bear. I was nearing the end of my 2-day, 26 miler, when I heard a rustling off the trail a bit. I thought it was a kid at first because I was nearing a campground where there were lots of families, but no. It was a black bear. I started making lots of noise- as you do when you come across a black bear. They always run right off once they hear you. Not this one. He charged right at me... a few times. The nearest he got was only about 10 feet away from me. I got the distinct impression that he didn't mean any harm- he was probably just a yearling missing his mother. But still. I was 10 feet from a friggin' bear. I'm sorry to report that there are no pictures. My camera was in my pack, and when you're staring down a bear, there's just no time to pull out the Nikon.
More bucket listin' to come.