We climbed and climbed until we skirted the eastern flank and crest, and could peer down at the hiking trails that follow the knife edge ridges - only 3 feet wide in places. Not for me!

The foreshortening of the picture doesn't do justice to the gaps between the rocks, nor does it show the drop-off to the left into a waterfall!

There were lakes, rivers and forest in all directions to every horizon.

My first trip on a float plane - a trip down memory lane for Andrez. The Falklands used DeHavilland Beavers for many years

This is as close as we got to mooses. The tracks were everywhere.

You move over for these guys - they're not stopping!

At the bottom of this hill, we encountered a shallow pool which Andrez waded through to check before we subjected the Kia to it. As usual, we forgot to take a picture ...

Mt Katahdin is the highest mountain in Maine and at the centre if the Baxter State Park.

Read the sign ...

Every so often, we came across small tracts of open water populated by clouds of butterflies and dragonflies, frogs and purple irises.