By the end of summer I had the hiking bug. We had spent one glorious week in Acadia National Park, hiking, swimming and picking huckleberries to our hearts content. (Don’t know what a huckleberry is? Check it out here). I had never been to Maine in June, and returned home with black-fly bites to prove […]
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