Okay, so I walk hundreds of miles to Acadia, lash the rain soaked World to the rear of the van and drive it to the summit of Cadillac Mountain because I do NOT want to crush or hurt anything along the way into one of our national treasures. I get the World to the top and walk the last bit to the summit. The wind is blowing and the foggy mist has visibility to a few hundred feet. Not many are at the summit in these conditions. I find the high benchmark and look to see a happy man and woman with their young son and daughter. They looked to be from India and as I said, very happy. Then I noticed to see both parents carrying a small evergreen they had pulled up by the roots from the mountain top.
For the first time in a very long time I felt rage.