Armed with a brochure promising great vistas in return for a one mile hike De Anne dragged me into the forest of a nature preserve. The mile was measured as the crow flies and did not include switchbacks, granite boulders, or the few million exposed tree roots. Our reward was a pristine view of the rugged Maine coast.
At the start of the trail. Luring us in with an easy trail for the first few hundred yards.
The next stop was selected by me. Just a few yards off the road.
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