Winter/Spring Sunrise

Here are some photos I took from Bradbury Mountain on the 24 of March, 2008.

The temperature was 10 Degrees and the snow was easy to walk on, the moon is still almost full.

I left at around 5:45 and I even woke up some turkeys on my way up the mountain.

These are easterly views from Bradbury Mountain and in some you can see Casco Bay.

Poem by a Park Ranger "Benjamin H. Britt c.1940.

There is a mountain in Pownal town,

It has a story of no small renown,

How old it is I dare not say,

It's Kissed by the sun and the wind each day...

And from its top, the Indian as he danced

Watched the White man's slow advance,

The sailors of old, as they came each day,

Looked at its top as they entered the bay.

And settlers so few, with righteous hope,

Worshipped their God at the top of its slope...

But a feeling of peace over its side does lay

As people come to enjoy each day.

The government here a park has wrought,

On this beautiful and historic spot....

And When the Question arises what to do,

Bradbury Mountain is the place for you...

Old Bradbury will seem to nod its head and say,

You are welcome my friend, come again some day.""

" A story I'd tell you in this 'Rambling Rhyme',

of the things that happened in olden time ,

Part of it history,perhaps part fancy too,

Also I'd tell of sight that's fair to view...

And Young Bradbury, so the story told,

Lost his life on (a) Summit bold...

And on the trail that by it wound,

The Cotton Family built a cattle pound...

Close by this pound you can still see,

Where the stage coach tavern used to be.....

This is the story as it was told to me

I write it down so all may see."

Excerpts Taken From Rambling Rhyme by a Park Ranger "Benjamin H. Britt c.1940.

Ther is a mountain in Pownal town,

It has a story of no small renown,

How old it is I dare not say,

It's Kissed by the sun and the wind each day...

And from its top, the Indian as he danced

Watched the White man's slow advance,

THe sailors of old, as they came each day,

Looked at its top as they entered the bay.

And settlers so few, with righteous hope,

Worshipped their God at the top of its slope...

But a feeling of peace over its side does lay

As people come to enjoy each day.

The government here a park has wrought,

On this beautiful and historic spot....

And When the Question arises what to do,

Bradbury Mountain is the place for you...

Old Bradbury will sem to nod its head and say,

You are welcom my friendn come again some day."

" a story I'd tell you in this 'Rambling Rhyme',

of the things that happened in olden time

Part of it history, perhaps part fancy too,

Also I'd tell of sight that's fair to view...

And Young Bradbury, so the story told,

Lost his life on (a) Sumit bold...

And on the trail that by it wound,

The Cotton Family built a cattle pound...

Close by this pound you can still see,

Where the stage coach tavern used to be.....

This is the story as it was told to me

I write it down so all may see."

Excerpts Taken From Rambling Rhyme by a Park Ranger "Benjamin H. Britt c.1940.

Welcome to my blog. The purpose of it is to feature the people and towns surrounding Bradbury Mountain.

As I was getting ready to publish the blog, I realized that I need to get some good photos from the top of Bradbury Mountain.

I set out with my dog, Raspberry, taking our usual route from my house on the south side of the mountain then crossing the field near the telephone building. It was a balmy 37 degrees and easy going on the snowmobile trails, so I decided to take my snow shoes off. As I got midway though the hike, I was sinking in the snow up to my thigh, but I needed the workout.

It was misty and we saw at least 5 deer on our hike. Ravens rode the speedy air curents. As we entered the park, the going got easier on the well-traveled paths. Here are the pictures from the top. I hope you enjoy them.