Bar Island, Bar Harbor
walked over to Bar Island. We will have to hike this one of these days. This is one spot you can try your hand at making your own unique cairn.
Catching a ride with some cute hunks along the way.
Not an easy thing to do at Jordan's Pond...finding a parking spot...but today we did...so we stopped.
walked to the lost Manson on Eagle lake
Silly times, having fun
While heading to the lighthouse we stopped at a store for a few waters and on the window was this poster. Dave and I will head back down to get a book and an autograph from the author. So excited!
The grandkids were home for a few weeks from the Carolina's so one of our places to hike this summer was to a plane wreck in Maine.
At Moosehead lake in Greenville, drive north on Lily Bay Road for six or so miles. We were looking for this B-52 site sign on the right hand side of the road which lead to a dirt road on the right as well.
Elephant Mountain is 2,636 feet above sea level looks some what like an elephant’s body, head and tusks from a distance. There are no trails to the summit but a trail at the base leads to the B-52 crash site.
a few maps I found on the internet
On January 24th 1963, the weather was very cold in the teens during the day and to below zero nightly. In Massachusetts nine Air Force members set out on a mission to fly through mountain terrain and chose the Maine Mountains instead of the Carolina's on a training mission at low levels to avoid Soviet radar technology. They were to simulate entering enemy airspace below radar and travel as close to the ground as they could. The plane had difficulties at 500 feet. The order was given to climb above the turbulence as the plane ascended there was a loud noise. The vertical stabilizer broke.
At the Boeing B-52 crash site. You can only get there via walking or by snowmobiling. This is a short walk through the base of Elephant Mountain.
Walking in to the site was a sobering feeling even so many years later. The last time we were here was in the middle of winter on our snowmobiles and most of what we see today was under the snow.
The plane started to plummet.The pilot Dante Bulli lost control of the plane. A few seconds later the plane crashed into Elephant Mountain. Before the plane crashed Bulli ordered the crew to abandon. Only the upper deck were able to eject and those in the lower deck did not have ejection seats and would have had to parachute but just wasn't enough time or elevation to do so. Pilot Dante Bulli, navigator Gerald Alder and Maj. Robert J. Morrison all ejected. Bulli landed upright dangling in a tree 30 feet in the air in his seat with fractured skull, ribs and an injured leg. Alder landed without his parachute opening, the level of snowfall on the mountain saved his life. He is the only person to be ejected from an airplane without the parachute opening and survive. He was in bad shape with frostbite, broken ribs, fractured skull and an injured leg. His landing crushed his seat so that his survival kit was not accessible. He was able to get his unused parachute out and cover himself up for the night. He was in a comma for five days after being rescued. Bulli was able to climb out of the tree, dig a hole in the snow and use his sleeping bag from his survival kit for the night. He inflate a raft, which the helicopter rescuers were able to locate them by. Both men stated that they remembered the strange sense of quiet that night, but neither remembered the plane hitting the mountain. Neither knew that the other was alive. Morrison died when he crashed into a tree head first. The other crew went down with the plane. It was difficult getting to the site via snowmobiles and rescue vehicles because the territory was vast wilderness, the terrain was impossible, but still the sled tried to make it in, but one complication after another took place. The had to use helicopters, snowshoes and primitive snowmobiles. The next day twenty hours later rescuers arrived by helicopter to rescue the survivors. Bulli and Alder were still alive. Bulli recovered months later and went on to flying again at one point serving at Loring Air Force base in Maine. Alder retired after fifteen months of recovery in a hospital from the frost bite, pneumonia, and gangrene that set into his leg, having his leg amputated to save his life. He went on to retire from the Air Force as a captain to become a Lawyer and City Councilman for California. Thirty years later a commemorative service took place at Moosehead River Snowmobile club as a memorial ride was commencing to take off. Alder visited the site again after thirty years. That weekend in 1993 Dave and I pulled into the snowmobile club on our sleds while the service was taking place and the sleds were lining up for a snowmobile ride to the plane crash site.
The property where the plane crashed is owed by Plum Creek Timber Company and Scott Paper Company. Years ago all this property from the crash was cleared away. A few years ago it was all returned from what a sign displayed at the site said. Some things were not removed at that time though because they are embedded into the ground where they landed when the plane crashed. This site is a no harvest site.
The 40-foot-tall vertical stabilizer remains where it landed, 1 -1/2 miles from the other wreckage. About 10 miles away, at the clubhouse for the Moosehead Riders snowmobile club, newspaper clippings, Bulli’s parachute and Adler’s ejection seat are on display.
Gerald Adler, the navigator of a B-52 that crashed in the Maine woods.
what a day. I was told by a co-worker that there was a geocache in the area of Elephant Mountain so we thought we would give it a try and find it. This turned out to be a fun adventure. Gotta love smartphones for coordinates. In a short time we found what we were looking for.
While up visiting Mike and Denise on Madagascal Pond the rain stopped so we hopped on the wheelers for a ride around the lake. I have to smile because Mike has the air conditioner on.
We headed toward the windmills...
Always a good time to stop and talk. Before the windmills this was a rabbit trail. You could never see the lakes and streams nor Mt. Katahdin .
Thanks for a good afternoon Mike and Denise
Dave and I headed to Northeast Harbor for a picnic lunch with Sheila and Bryan Saturday July 30th before heading to Bass Harbor to see the Bass Harbor lighthouse along with other places in mind for the day.
We stopped at the little store in Northeast Harbor for water and Whallah!!!! This flyer below was posted on the entry way. What a find! I would not have known that Ronald Epp was having a book signing just a few streets down the road otherwise. I felt very fortunate to see this posted. Wednesday at 530 created a problem but we made it work. I was wondering if he would remember that he wrote on our blog...
We drove down to the Northeast Harbor library after work and got there a little early, I didn't want to be late. The room was over flowing at the library as we waited for Mr. Epp to start speaking. As we waited we listened to the buzz of men that sat behind us as they spoke about their high sea adventures, politics, tea and spirits with friends and the windjammer parade that took place the day before at Somes Sound. I looked it up online...and sure enough there was a windjammer parade on August 2nd. We could have sat at Suminsby Park sipping tea and watched it if we had been around. Lots of cool things happen in Bar Harbor during the week.
Everyone around us looked and spoke like they were from the harbor. We definitely looked like we were from away.
I couldn't wait to delve into the pages and begin the reading. I was interested from the very start when I paid for my book and sat down to wait for the presentation to begin, I began to read the first few pages of the Foreward setting it down when Mr. Epp began to speak. It was all very interesting right from the beginning.
Ronald spoke of his wife Elizabeth and how they came to be summer residents of Bar Harbor and her desires helping at Acadia as a volunteer with tours during the summer season, one of her favorites was volunteering as a guide at George Dorr's Old Farm. She loved to tell the story and keep Mr. Dorr's memory alive. Mr. Epp shared the history that lead up to his writing of the book. I was impressed with his telling of the story, with so many details and accounts, important names and specific dates. A timeline of some that I knew and much that I didn't. He had a great appreciation of all things including mentioning the artwork on the walls of the library and asked the Event Coordinator/Librarian, when she started to cover them up with a screen-to keep them visible. Something that I also noticed for the talented artists. During his lecture I was to learn that Maureen Fournier wrote the Foreward and to my right she sat very proud but humble (if that is even possible to be proud and humble) as Mr. Epp acknowledged her for doing so. She had also made a comment on my blog when I posted of Dorr Mountain a few months ago. Mr Epp covered lots of interesting facts and last minute surprises leading to present day, one that changed the ending of his book and kept me in awe as to the possibilities that these things came to be as they did. Before I knew it his presentation was over. The time seemed quickly to pass. It was a successful and great night for me.
Ronald did remember us from his comment to our blog, as he was writing the On Foot with Dave and Dotti he paused and said he knew that name...he smiled and finished the signing. I was feeling happy about that. He told me to never stop writing, that I too had a story to tell. After signing our book we had a few minutes to chat with him. We were talking about some of the old trails and why they took them out of the trail book and he explained people take things from these sites for memorabilia and some trails become hazardous and hard to upkeep for all the traffic on them daily, for the damage to the living creatures and plant life. It all made sense to me, I kinda knew that as I am cautious and conscious to my surrounding but maybe others, not so much.
all the proceeds from the book signing today went to support Acadia National Park. Acadia became a National Park in 1916, this book was published in the year of Acadia's Centennial Celebration 2016. We recently became Friends of Acadia, so glad we are also giving back to help support our National Park so that we can enjoy it for many years to come and our children's, children's, children, will be able to enjoy and walk the same paths that we now set foot to and have the opportunity to join in celebration of Acadia National Park's Bicentennial 2116. The same dreams that George Dorr, Charles Elliot and John D Rockerfeller Jr. hoped for is our dream as well.