I was saving this post title for when I finally got around to posting about Acadia National Park and Maine. However, it’s not often that the Muse of Post Titles not only throws me a good title, but she gives me an idea to go with it. I’m not going to look that gift horse in the mouth.
There is some truth to my post title. Prior to researching our trip, I really didn’t know much about Maine other than what I’d read in Stephen King‘s books over the years. (If you’re unfamiliar with Stephen King, he often places his stories and characters in Maine. He is from Maine, and you know what they say about writing what you know.)
It has been damp and dark in the woods the past few days. The grayness of the clouds overhead lets in very little light where the canopy of trees is thickest. The forest is still verdant and what light there is has taken on the green shades of the foliage on the trees, the mosses, and the lush undergrowth.