Welcome to Mount Agamenticus (or “Mount A†which has an easier ring to it). One might have assumed that by our thirteenth year of visiting Maine we’d have climbed the mountain by now, but this is one of those somewhat-unheralded spots of enchantment that had previously escaped us. We brought my parents along for our virgin visit, and they were just as captivated by the views.
This area of protected land contains five watersheds that provide drinking water for southern York County residents, which would include Ogunquit, and includes over 10,000 acres of conserved wilderness.
We drove to the summit rather than walk, given the abundance of AARP-qualified peeps in the car, and the fact that the lone non-qualifier is a lazy bum. (That would be me.)
We walked around the summit area and took in the expanse of land around us, peering all the way into New Hampshire and out to the Atlantic Ocean.
Mount A was used for skiing in a previous incarnation, and some of the remnants were still around, rusty but intact.
I wish I’d had more time to explore the hiking trails on my own, and perhaps on our next trip I’ll have Andy drop me off at the mid-point and meet him at the top.
For now, I snuck away for the briefest of moments, to find hidden jewels like this dew-kissed patch of moss.
We did not happen upon any of the wildlife said to walk these lands, such as moose, black bears, or white-tailed deer, nor did we see any signs of the Blue-spotted salamander or Fairy shrimp. (Wait, what did you just call me?)
Also missing were any migratory sightings of peregrine falcons, bald eagles, or osprey. Perhaps they’ve already found warmer climes.
Regardless of the hidden wildlife, it was a great place to spend part of our last full day in Maine.
