The Maine Waterfall Crawl
The chase continues!
In October of 2021, just a wee couple of months after Mind The Moss was born, I wrote what would become one of the most popular stories in the newsletter’s history—The Vermont Waterfall Crawl. One of my mid-pandemic projects had been visiting all of the acclaimed waterfalls in New England that I hadn’t laid eyes on yet. In the interest of saving time and money, I combined several of these cascades into miniature road trips. And just like hitting a bunch of bars in one night isn’t all fun and games, completing a waterfall crawl like the one that I took across northern Vermont is a strange brew of decadence and endurance. You’re doing a lot of driving and hiking in the span of a single day, and the sight of each misting, uniquely shaped cascade is what keeps your motivation from tanking; in the same way that your fourth pint of the night imbues you with just enough verve and alacrity to make it to the next watering hole.
I’m not a fan of frequent sequels, but occasionally, a story just begs to be revisited. (I’m already praying that the studio bosses will allow Denis Villeneuve to make Dune Part III.) And so, with Mind The Moss approaching its third birthday this summer, I figure that now is the time to apply the “bigger and louder” ethos of movie sequels to waterfall crawls. I’m going to show you how to embark on a new marathon waterfall road trip in the most immersive and enigmatic state in New England—a place with more undeveloped woodlands than any other state east of the Mississippi. I’m talking, of course, about the primordial vacationland: MAINE.