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!

There is, reportedly, a Bigfoot population in The Katahdin. If there was anything watching us , we didn't see it!

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.

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

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

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

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.

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 ...