Acadia National Park, on Mount Desert Island in Maine, was our favorite place. We went there for vacations almost every year of our thirty years in Massachusetts, and we went back three times after moving to North Carolina. The first major mountain hike we took at Acadia was Triad – Pemetic. Marianne discovered this hike early by looking in a trail guide. The trailhead is off the Park Loop Road, and the trail leads up a path, rocky in places, and then on to the first of three peaks, at an elevation of 696 feet. From there the trail drops to a lovely evergreen forest.
My first trip back to Acadia after Marianne died was in June, 2013. It was in this forest, coming down from Triad, where I first began to connect again to the lovely spiritual feeling that we had felt together so many times at Acadia.
The Poetry of the Forest I heard the chittering of the red squirrel Then I saw him scamper off and disappear And I knew this moment was special I could connect with the beauty surrounding me The lichen in the granite The little twigs and tiny pinecones The carpet of needles and moss on the forest floor The wind in the trees The pattern of sunlight and shadow The memory of the mountain vista The tall trees and the sea and the islands The opening of my soul A sense of peace and joy As I heard the poetry of the forest.