The Wonderful Trails of the Mid-coast
Posted: September 10, 2025 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment
Russ loves to hike. He study’s the hiking map of the mid coast to discover where he wants his next hike to be. Thankfully he took this morning off to go on a hike with me and Shay and have a lobster roll in our slow farewell to Maine.
Since we didn’t want to waste a lot of time driving, he picked the Rockland bog hike. It was not far from us, but finding the trail head was a little tricky as it was inside a boat yard. Once there we discovered we had the whole trail to ourselves.
The conservancy that manages and protects these trails is really amazing. This trail is something like 14 miles long, but we were doing a quick couple of miles in and out. Since it is through a bog and over a number of streams there could be tricky places, except that the conservancy builds and maintains wood pathways and sometimes metal bridges.
This bridge we crossed was two years old and was at least 2/3 of a mile in from the trail head. The trail is narrow and tree dense and I have no idea how they got this metal bridge in here unless it was helicoptered in.
Shay led the pack the whole hike and then when we stoped at Claws for the last lobster rolls of the season she just slept with her head on the table ignoring her chicken tenders.
Russ did an afternoon hike of our Ash Point preserve. He said he was all alone there today. Summer is well over. Things are quiet, except at the Owls Head Post office.
We stopped this morning to buy stamps and mail some condolence cards I have been meaning to mail for days. We missed the postmaster by 10 minutes as the window is only open until 9:30am. I went back at 3:45 for the afternoon window opening, but along with two other men also wanting stamps, discovered the window was closed.
One man said he couldn’t read the note that the postmaster had written. I translated it for him, that there was an issue with a money order, but it sounded like it was temporary. I waited about 15 minutes, looking through the crack in the window at the empty Office. Then I spotted a young man outside on a cell phone. When he finished his call I asked him if he was the postmaster. “Yes.”
“Great, are you going to open the window? I just need to buy 3 stamps.”
He told me there was a $657 money order mistake and he had to fix that. I told him I could pay cash, that I just needed three stamps. “My supervisor says I can’t do anything right now. The system is closed. Besides that, there has been a big shooting?”
“Where was the shooting?” I inquired worriedly.
“In Utah.”
“So, that and a $657 money order mistake is shutting down a federal service?”
Basically…
I would like the non-profit people who manage and care for the trails to take over the post office.
And perhaps common sense gun control.
Less Dana, More Good 