A few weeks ago, Steve and I took our trucks up into the hills. These are the same hills that I’ve been writing about since we moved to Maine. I first drove up there with Laura and her parents and then once again with Steve. While the adventure with Laura was wonderful, the adventure with Steve pushed me further than I would have gone if I were alone.
There were two areas I wanted to conquer when I was with Laura, but I chickened out. I’d like to say I had the safety of my passengers in mind when I became chicken, but honestly, the chicken reared its ugly head – and would have whether or not I had passengers at all. The two areas were 1. climbing the mountain, and 2. making a right at the end of Coffin Road and 4-wheeling through the woods to get back to Rand.
Steve has a special way of making things happen. He just does them. When I finally made it to the base of the mountain, he pulled up next to me in his truck and asked if the dirt road I was looking at was the correct one to bring us to the top. When I said it was, he was off. He drove straight up the mountain and I had no choice but to follow. I’m happy I did too, because I really wanted to. Thank you for that Steve.
Later on, when we made it to the end of one set of logging roads, I was faced with another decision. Make the right and head back to civilization, albeit a treacherous route, or simply take the easy way home. Steve led the way again and brought us to the middle of mayhem. We made it through and we’re all the better for it.
This past weekend, Laura and I visited the area that the last leg of my previous journey led me to. While Steve and I were there, we found a cluster of small waterfalls and many, many large rocks with water running between. Needless to say, it was very pretty, if I may be so bold to use that word.
I think Steve would agree that we should all start calling the area we discovered, “Jay’s Falls.” Currently, I’m not sure if it has a name and since “Lemon Stream” isn’t very descriptive, Jay’s Falls (after the leading man who found the falls) is probably more appropriate. Until someone challenges the name of Jay’s Falls, I declare that all future history books and the ancient book of wisdom will include this name. I do decree and I do declare. On and on and on.
We took some pictures this weekend. I’ll post them below. If you’ve visited this area, you can browse through the photos and tell yourself, your spouse and your children, “Hey guys, come over here and look at the great pictures of Jay’s Falls, the one and only legal name of the falls that Jay found.” Enjoy.