Not long before the end, I finally uploaded his Acadia pictures to my computer. He so rarely posts on social media that it wasn’t a priority for him to do anything with them, and I wanted the ones he took since we often split up who got their camera out to take the pictures. I hadn’t seen this shot, despite having a distinct memory of making him take it of me, and of his apprehension in taking his hands off the rock face to do so.
I don’t care that he’s the one that took this picture or that it’s from a trip I took with him (an amazing trip that I’ll look back on with fond memories for a long time, regardless of the circumstances - I suppose that’s one of the bittersweet benefits of parting on good terms). I don’t care that it’s not really the most flattering picture of me.
I felt so strong and brave in this moment. I felt calm and determined on this terrifying hike despite the stakes (yes, that’s the drop off the mountain just a couple feet ahead of me). I want to be able to embrace that strength and fearlessness to make it through this hurt and pain. Because the view at the top of the mountain was worth it and the journey along the way was surprisingly thrilling.
Maybe I’m putting too much stock into things lately, but looking at this picture of myself gives me some hope that I can conquer this mountain, too.
Maine is the northeasternmost state in the U.S., it is known for its rocky coastline, long maritime history and abundant parks and reserves, including the famed granite and spruce islands of Acadia National Park.
Moose are plentiful in Baxter State Park, which encompasses towering Mt. Katahdin, endpoint of the Appalachian Trail. Deep, wide Lake Sebago and other Lakes Region waters are popular for fishing and boating.