It’s no secret to anyone who regularly reads RoadDog’s adventures that I love the mountains. I really don’t know why, except to say it has something to do with the vastness of nature, the peace of a simpler life, a place to just breathe.
Because I live in Nova Scotia, perhaps I take the sea for granted, but the mountains call to me. I love to sit and look at the ocean, but I could just “be” in the mountains for a very long time.
So when Steve and I were contemplating a stay in Camden during our trip to New England last August, I was excited to read about Mt. Battie, just a few minutes to the north. It didn’t take a lot of effort to convince Steve that we should take the drive up the mountain. I sold him with the winding road and a place for Jake to run about, which I also enjoyed, but it might have been a shameless bit of guile on my part to get up the mountain. (Sorry dear, but I don’t think you really minded.)
Mt. Battie is in Camden Hills State Park and offers fantastic, sweeping views of Camden, Penobscot Bay and the surrounding islands. They say that on a clear day you can see Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park (in case you remember my November musings about that mountain). We were lucky to travel up Mt. Battie on a stunning day and it was as if we could see forever.
The three of us wandered around for a long time that afternoon, enjoying the picturesque views, exploring an old turret, scrambling about the rocks and paths. It was one of those places where, although there were a lot of other people around, you could almost imagine being alone in the world, or at least that little piece of the world.
I was particularly intrigued by a plaque mounted on a stone. I was previously unfamiliar with Edna St. VIncent Millay’s “Renascence” but I could totally and completely relate to it in that place in that moment.
It was a great day and Mt. Battie is on our list of places to visit again … and maybe again and again.