I’d never get tired of this. The beauty and grandeur of Maine. The ability to exist in the wilderness. No cars, no noise, no chaos. The peaceful soundtrack created by the crunching of our boots on the trail, the rushing of the water ahead, and the chirping of the birds. Though it was technically spring, a sunny forty-degree day like this was about as good as it got this time of year, so I relished every moment I could.
