
MAINE VACATIONLAND
by John V. Bellantoni, your cybah-spaced mountain correspondent
1995-1996 Bemis Mountain, Maine
![]() Several days later the trio of Mark, Tim and JB blast up to Maine in Tim's white trash mobile. Fife is at home in Seattle this year, his absence attributable to work induced stress. Standing where the Appalachian Trail crosses Rt. 17 south of Oquossoc, Tim makes the call to go down the trail into the wilderness below. Stepping outside the car, the trip is on, with howling ice winds and a nasty steep down hill under fully loaded packs. This time JB's usual complaining centers around undertaking such a ridiculous decent when an easy trail into the same area was passed by about a mile back. After various mishaps attributable to the declination, including JB losing the trail and Tim having to borrow Mark's Sven saw cut his way out of a logjam, the trio Bigtops way low in a northern valley shadowed by Bemis Mountain.
![]() Two attempts in two days are made to climb the mountain. On the first day the group goes totally off trail and are forced to retire, while on the second day the wrong turn is avoided and the tree covered peak is attained. Both days involve perilous stream crossings.
For the 3rd year in a row, here was a most spectacular winter survival and hiking trip. Winter was on in full force, with lots of snow. And with Fife's legendary snoring absent, everyone was able to enjoy sleeping deep in the Maine woods.
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