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Fast! Yes, Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park. Those are the Porcupine Islands. I think. That was the part I wasn't entirely sure about. I knew it was Cadillac Mountain because I climbed up the motherfucker.
When I say "climbed" I actually mean "followed a groomed trail spiraling up to the top of the mountain." Which is significant because after reaching the top, appreciating the scenery, and being proud of myself for not screaming and falling off the sides of this relatively weathered and rounded chunk of pink granite, it was time to go and started back off down the path. my friend says, no, this way, pointing to a set of steps. 10 seconds later I was standing at my car, cursing her out for not suggesting this route at the outset.
Yes, I let her live. She knew how to get to the lobster pound.
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