Lost on the Mountain
I called to the ranger. "Your not going to like this. But someones's up there."
By Dorcas S. Miller
In the morning, I plied the waters off Harpswell Neck in my sea kayak, catching the sea breeze and basking in the sparkling sun. After lunch, I packed up and turned my little car northward, heading toward the Greatest Mountain - Katahdin.Inland, the temperature reached eighty-five degrees - scorching for the first day of Memorial Day weekend. But when I reached the park, a carefully lettered message at the check-in warned that the second half of the trail to Chimney Pond was covered with three to five feet of snow.
