After a few hours of rolling along the rocky ridges of Hewitt, you’ll swear you’ve been magically airlifted to the middle of Maine. A big reason for that is the stark, natural beauty of your surroundings, which range from bubbly puddingstone plateaus to an abundance of pitch pines, laurels, and scrub oaks, to the extended views of lakes in several directions, to near-total solitude. The only things missing for a truly authentic Down East experience are incessant swarms of mosquitoes.
In spring-time, fuchsia-yellow penstemon and rare moccasin flowers add a touch of magic to this jagged, antediluvian environment. From there, the sharp descent grows more earnest, with the path snaking by one sentinel stone after another, part of a valley of boulders that rolled off the high bluffs eons ago.
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