Borestone Mountain

We headed over to Monson Maine to find a spot suggested by a couple of the local Mainers we work with. Monson is a great little town that sits at the beginning of the 100 mile wilderness that the Appalachian Trail traverses on the way to Katahdin. While traveling the gravel road we spotted a snapping turtle so we stopped and snapped a picture!

We arrived around 7 am and the mosquitos were in full force. We took a quick Deet bath and headed out. The hike begins in a pine forest filled with rocks, roots, and moss everywhere. The morning sun was working its way to the forest floor like spotlights on a stage.

There are three spring fed Alpine ponds that are fishless and crystal clear.

After passing the lakes the hike takes on a different feeling as you begin the assent rather quickly. Loads of rock scrambles and exposed roots make foot placement tricky.

We absolutely loved the surfaces of some of the granite slabs.

We were just clearing the tree line when we were given a glimpse of what was to come.

We headed on to the west peak to find the wind much greater than in the trees. We adjusted our hats so as not to lose them over the edge… But the view… breathtaking…just breathtaking. We are so blessed to have these experiences.

What a special hike! We were the only ones there the whole time. Our own private mountain.

On our way home we came across a covered bridge so we stopped to check it out. Originally built in 1830 it was washed away by flood waters in 1835 and 1837 only to be rebuilt. The 1837 bridge lasted until 1987 when another flood took it out. It was rebuilt in 1990 just as before with just a few adjustments to bring it up to code. It was also raised by 3 feet in hopes to stay above future flood waters.

We finished our ride home and fixed one of our favorite dinners, grilled pork loin with sautéed brussel sprouts and fried sweet potato fries!!! What a day for a couple of lucky mules!!

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