|Aurele Legere Ski Jump, Black Mountain, c. 1981|
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As I stared at the pile of debris on my hike, I remembered sitting up on top of the jump during the summer of 1981. The wind blew and rocked the tower back and forth while I drafted my poem, "Summer Jump."
The rest of the hike through several glades and main trails sucked the wind out of us because the temperature and humidity were both fairly high. Nonetheless, a good hike with interesting memories.
|Bailey in the glades|
|Western Mountains of Maine|
|Cooling mechanism in full swing!|