We continued on into Maine where we planned on spending most of the time on our trip. We wanted to travel down the coast and camp by the ocean.
Another one of our goals for the trip was to climb the highest mountain in Maine. “Mount Katahdin (pronounced /kəˈtɑːdən/, 'kə-TAH-dən') is the highest mountain in Maine at 5,270 feet (1,606 m). Named Katahdin by the Penobscot Indians, which means 'The Greatest Mountain', Katahdin is the centerpiece of Baxter State Park. It is a steep, tall mountain formed from a granite intrusion weathered to the surface. The flora and fauna on the mountain are typical of those found in northern New England.
“Katahdin was known to the Native Americans in the region, and was known to Europeans at least since 1689. It has inspired hikes, climbs, journal narratives, paintings, and a piano sonata. The area around the peak was protected by Governor Percival Baxter starting in the 1930s. Katahdin is the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, and is located near a stretch known as the Hundred-Mile Wilderness.” This information is from Mount Katahdin's Wikipedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
We did not have a reservation for camping at the park, but seeing how it was October, we were not too concerned. Even if the park campsites were full, we would just stealth camp again. We arrived at the park in the evening just before dark and had to wait in a line at the gate. When we finally got to talk with a Park Ranger, she asked us what are plans were. We told her we wanted to camp for the night and climb the mountain in the morning. We were informed that we had to have a reservation to even climb the mountain. (To get a reservation for this park you have to apply for one when they start offering them in January.) The Ranger said that if we came back at about 4:00 AM and got in line we might be able to climb the mountain if someone with a reservation did not show up by 7:00.
The road to the park was a winding, picturesque road that reminded me of back roads in Tennessee. Even if you wanted to you couldn't go over 30 miles an hour. We went back down this road several miles until we found a two track trail into the woods. This trail only went about 100 yards and then it crossed a massive gravel road that was straight as an arrow for as far as you could see in both directions, and about three lanes wide. (In the Maine wilderness there are private roads used for logging, etc.) We crossed this road and went down a logging trail a little ways until we got to a washed out place and couldn't go farther, and then we stealth camped for the night.