Taking the time to refresh a blog becomes a challenge when the outdoors beckon. August in Maine is about as good as it gets, and the blueberries this year on Whitecap are just plain ridiculous. Yesterday my wife and I were scooting up the mountain yet again when we met an elderly gentleman descending, in one hand a trekking staff and, in the other, a four-quart basket filled right to the top with plump blueberries.
This was David Worcester of Hanover, and we got to chatting. David told quite a story of a tragic incident on Whitecap 49 years earlier, when a party of berry-pickers, himself included, got zapped by lightning near the summit. All were stunned; one was killed. Photos of the expedition are posted at David's website.
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