Standish Maine Trip, August 27 to September 10, 2020

Bill Menke and Dallas Abbott

August 27, 2020. Dallas and I arrived at our rental cabin, “Norm’s Maine Place” on Bonny Eagle Pond (40 Shore Road, Standish Maine) in the late afternoon, having left New York at about 10AM. It’s a pleasant little cottage, with a red-pointed wooded exterior and with a varnished pinewood interior, sited on the shore of the pond beneath tall White Pine Trees. The pond is oval in shape and about three-quarter mile in its longest dimension.

August 28, 2020. I arose just before sunrise, and walked out onto the end of the little pier that extends from the backyard out into the lake, in order to view the dawn. The sky was full of rippled clouds that were glowing, deep red in some places, bright orange in others. I watched the progression of colors, which were terrific, but I never did see the sun, itself. 0:15

I then decided to walk around Bonny Eagle Pond. Discovering that it has no ring road, I decided to walk around a much tract of land that surrounds it. I took Shore Road and then Little Lake Street up to Route 35, took that highway northeast, Chicopee Road east and then south, Route 112 south and west, and then Old Limington Road northwest, Route 22 west back to Route 35. The complete look took me about three hours. Chicopee and Old Limington are quiet country roads and very pleasant to walk, whereas Routes 35, 112 and 22 are busy highways that are noisy and nerve-racking. Though I encountered no grand views, the mostly-wooded countryside and the wildflowers along the edge of the road are pleasant. The clouds gradually cleared during the course of my hike. On the west side of Route 35, just south of Chicopee Road, I came across a slate ledge cut by two small granitic dikes. Later, along Route 112, I passed a wetland, which though still in shade, might be pretty in the later afternoon when lit up by the sun. 3:00

In the late afternoon, I accompanied Dallas, who planned to shop at the Hannaford’s Supermarket (Colonial Drive, Standish Maine). While she shopped, I walked a short loop in Randall’s Orchard Preserve, starting at the trailhead near the southwest corner of the supermarket building. The trail winds through mostly conifer woods, with a thick layer of needles underfoot, and past rich ground cover of fern, Sarsaparilla and Partridgeberry. I took the nearest loop, which is a mile or so long. For a while it parallels a pretty little stream – but one with hardly any water. 0:30

August 29, 2020. The morning is grey with rain threatening. I walk from the cottage south along Route 35 to the bridge over the Saco River, which is just downstream from a small hydroelectric dam. The river was running moderately strong, making small rapids over slate ledges. I then headed south along Warren Road, which follows the river. I made one short detour down to river level, stepping across black slate ledge to get close to the water. An angler was casting a lure a little further downstream from me. I then continued on Warren Road, enjoying the sound of the rapids and finding a couple of nice viewpoints. Rain started falling around the time I reached Route 112, so I hustled the rest of the way back, connecting with Route 22 and taking it west to Route 35. 1:30.

The rain has stopped by late afternoon. Dallas’ brother Ed Abbott dropped by and we sat in chairs spaced out along the lakeshore (in order to be properly socially-distanced) and chatted.

After Ed left, Dallas and I returned to Randall’s Orchard Preserve and walked the loop that I did yesterday. All the leaves of the fern and other plants were still wet and a bit of water was dripping from the canopy. The little stream now had running water. We managed to get turned around at one point, mistaking a old spur trail for the main one, and so walked a section of the loop twice. 1:00

August 30, 2020. I arose just before sunrise and watched the sunrise from the pier behind the house. The sky is completely clear and a little mist is rising from the lake. Fist, the sun lights up the tops of the White Pines on the western side of the pond. The finally it rises high enough to clear the pines on the east side and light up me. 0:15

I then drove back to Randall’s Orchard Preserve and walked the entire trail system. The map posted by the trailhead shows the second loop crossing a large wetland, and I was hoping that it would be well-lit by the morning sun. The wetland, however, does not appear to exist, at least not in the form I had imagined it, of all of the trail system is wooded. I did make one small detour to view up-close the Apple Trees in the orchard (which occupies the center of the preserve). They were red and dew-covered and looked delicious! 1:45

In the afternoon, Dallas and I drove to the Auburn Colony (Harpswell Neck Road, Harpswell Maine). We inspected Seahaven Cottage, which has been closed all season due to the Pandemic, and found everything to be in good order. While Dallas chatted with neighbors, I walked first to the Colony field that overlooks Merriconeag Sound. It’s a terrific view, with Goldenrod blooming in the field, the blue water, the distant shore of Bailey Island and the puffy clouds above. I then walked Merriconeag Sound as far as the Graveyard Head and the viaduct. The views here, of Pinkham Island and the south tip of Bailey, are wonderful, too. Water lilies are blooming in the tiny pond near Graveyard Head. Remarkably, a muskrat swim across the pond as I stood gazing. As usual, Baxter the dog barked at me as I headed back. I also made a short excursion to the Colony Beach, before Dallas and I headed back to Standish. 1:00.

August 31, 2020. Once again, I arose at sunrise and viewed Bonny Eagle Pond at sunrise, standing at the end of the pier behind the house. Once again, the sky is completely clear, but the lake has much more mist than yesterday, so much so that I am tempted to call it fog. 0:15

I then parked on Warren Road, just south of the Route 35 intersection and spend some time strolling around to view the Saco River. I crossed the two Route 35 bridges, for this stretch of the river is divided by a small island. Some of the views were good, but because of the dam, the power transformers and all the wires, I found the area rather too industrial in character for my taste. I then drove Warren Road south to Route 112, and that road west to the West Buxton Road bridge and parked near a cluster of old brick buildings. The power station for the hydroelectric works is here, here, I found it more interesting because of the big waterfall that emerges from the powerhouse. Near the intersection of River Road and Christian Row, I found a stone staircase that led down to rock ledges at river level. There I found a very nice view of the river below dam. 0:45

In the late morning, I launched my old plastic sea kayak Hraun (Icelandic for lava) from the beach behind the cottage, and paddled a loop of Bonny Eagle Pond. I keep to the shore as much as possible, except to avoid piers and shallow water. Most of the lakeshore is built up with cottages, but one stretch of the northeast shore is undeveloped and wooded. I spotted turtles sunning themselves on a log and a Kingfisher working the water’s edge. I passed big patches of Spatterdock, with its bulbous yellow flowers, and later on, big patches of water lily, with its more delicate white blossoms. Though I passed a few kayakers, the pond was very quiet. The view from the east side of the lake was particular beautiful, for majestic cumulous clouds were reflected in its still waters. 0:50.

Peggy Abbott visited us in the late afternoon. Ed Abbott joined us, too, arriving a little later. We sat in the backyard and watched clouds drift over the lake.

September 1, 2020. I drove to Station Landing, a small beach and boat launch at the southern end of Sebago Lake. After exchanging a few words with the attendant, I walked down out onto a wooden pier, so my view would not be obstructed by boats moored near shore. A fog bank, glowing in the morning sun, covered the northern part of the lake and some of the islands. I then walked around the beach, examining Goldenrod and other wildflowers growing on the strip of land between beach and parking lot. 0:15.

I then drove a half mile to the parking lot at Johnson Field, which is on the south side of Route 35, which offers access both to a baseball diamond and a trailhead. I puzzled over a set of trail maps hanging int a kiosk, for the trail system seemed complicated. I also puzzled over the permitting system; apparently users are asked to fill out day-use permits, but none were available. I left one of my ‘Bill Menke, Naturalist and Outdoorsman” cards in the metal collection box and headed down one of the trails. Later, I found a sign that said that the permits have been suspended because of the Pandemic.

I started on the Sebago-to-the-Sea Trail, which seems to follow a wide but unpaved road, but then turned onto the Half Moon trail, a smaller trail that lead to a pond with the same name. The trail may have been following as esker, for the soil was sandy and the land dropped off in both directions. The trail curved around the east shore of the Pond, through mixed woods of Oak, Maple and White Pine, first staying well above water level, and then dropping down to join a disused trail track. I first walked the track westward, to get a good view of the pond, and also of a smaller pond on the opposite side of the track (which, I suppose, was one a part of Half Moon before the pond was spanned by the train track). I turned about when I reached the highway overpass, and the walked the tracks east. Otter Pond is just east of Half Moon. It, too, has been cut in half by the tracks. Finally, I crossed a field to reach Snake Pond, just east of Otter and fully on the north side of the tracks. I mused over whether these ponds were natural – perhaps glacial kettles – or sand pits, but found nothing definitive. Their shapes are irregular, suggesting a natural origin. On the other hand, the raised rail bed must have come from somewhere.

I then took a series of trails through the woods, trying to keep on a northeasterly heading. All of the trails are wide and well-labeled – the sort one might expect in a cross-country ski center. But as none of them appeared on the map I had seen at the kiosk, I could not plan a specific route, but instead just keep taking the one that seemed to head north. Loon Lake, Buck and Hidden Valley were among those that I traversed. Eventually, I connected to Skip road, and straight unpaved road that was on the map, and took it north to Route 237 and that west to Route 35. I stopped to admire two beautiful Peegee Hydrangeas growing beside an old brick water company building. I also walked to the back of the nearby parking lot to get a view of Lake Sebago. Most of the access is restricted – by a tall fence topped with barbed wire - on account of it being the water supply for the city of Portland. But there’s no fence behind the parking lot and the view is superb. The lake is very irregular in shape and the many wooded promontories are very pretty. I then headed back west along Route 35. I again admired that lake when I reached the Scenic Overlook that’s along Route 35. The view of the north end of Sebago Lake and of distant mountains is fine, but the local view is marred by the barb-wire fence. I took the High Bank Trail back to Skip Road, which I took back west. I connected with the Scenic Trail and took it back to the Half Moon Pond and the railroad track. I then walked to track to the Route 35 overpass. A side trail leads up to the highway, which I tool back to my car. 2:00.

In the late afternoon, I kayaked east across the long-axis of the late, followed the shore for a quarter-circumference, and then kayaked northward across the short axis. A strong northeast wind was raising chop that made the kayak hard to steer on the northward crossing. I stopped to admire Spatterdock blossoms along the northern shore. 0;45.

September 2, 2020. It’s a grey day, but so far dry. I parked at Johnson Field again and walked the Sebago-to-the-Sea trail. It first follows a wide woods road, past a partially-flooded and quarry, and then, after passing by Snake Pond, a lesser woods road that heads northwest and connects with Skip Road (which I had walked yesterday). After crossing Route 237, I reached Route 35. The trail continues northward along Pond Road, which is paved. I walked it for a couple hundred yards and then turned back. I detoured off of Skip Road, taking the Raven, Buck, Doe and Hidden Valley in a loop and eventually rejoining Skip. I stayed on it until I reached Route 35, and walked the short distance along the edge of the highway back to the car. I noticed a little fall color as I hiked today: Maples, Staghorn Sumac and Blueberry, all turned fall red. Also, when passing a little stream, I found a Jack-in-the-Pulpit with bright red berries. I did not know they turned red; so far in New York I have only seen them in their green stage. 2:00.

In the late afternoon, Dallas and I parked at a trailhead just east of Johnson Field, and took a trail by an overpass that led steeply down to the railroad bed. We followed the tracks as far as Half Moon and Otter Ponds, and then headed back. We also stopped at Station Landing for the view of Lake Sebago. We puzzled over Google Maps, trying to identify the mountain across the lake to the north, but were not able to convince ourselves that we knew which one it was. 0:30

September 3, 2020. The morning sky has light overcast. I drive to the Sawyer Mountain Trailhead, located off of Route 117, a half mile north (actually east) of Christian Hill Road in Limington, Maine. I head uphill on Sawyer Mountain Road, an old and rather eroded woods road that leads gently uphill through mixed hardwood and White Pine forest. The trail passes several old stone walls made with very large stones, and an old cemetery with a prominent obelisk with the inscription, “Salome Estes, died March 30, 1874, Aged 66 yrs. 11 mns. 6 days”. Later on, it passes what appears to be a spoof cemetery, complete with fence, crosses and a wooden tombstone bearing the inscription, “Turtle Cemetery, those who resort to extortion to gain control end up here to rest their soul”. I made one short detour, to visit a small wetland near a crossroads. The road became steeper as it curved around the flank of the mountain, and rock ledges of schist – some with glacial flutes and straie – poke out of roadbed. After about an hour, I reached the summit marker, which reported the elevation as 1213 feet, and a broad clearing with a wooden bench. The southeastern view was mostly obscured by trees, but I could see a few distant mountains through gaps. I continued on a trail to a second viewpoint, with a sign saying that it had been gifted to the town of Limington. This overlook was mostly overgrown, but I did find one spot at the very end of the trail and a little lower on the ridge than the main overlook, that had a picturesque view of a neighboring hill. I then backtracked past the summit and took the Sherwood Libby Trail downhill. It must have been made fairly recently, for the ground beneath it is still covered with pine needles. I made for the High Pasture, but was disappointed by it, for it is wooded and identifiable only by the sign “High Pasture of Ebenezer Walker 1815”. I continued along the trail, which angles across a steep slope, descending a stone staircase in an especially steep place. I reached the Upper Viazi Trail, which intersected Sawyer Mountain Road a half mile or so from my car. 2:30.

Harriet Robinson visited us in the late afternoon. We tool a stroll around the neighborhood, admiring the wildflowers growing on the edges of the roads. 0:30.

September 4, 2020. The morning is very bright and clear. I visit the Limington Rapids Rest Area, off of Route 25 in Limington Maine. A pedestrian bridge provides access to a small, wooded, mid-river island in the Saco River. The part of the river spanned by the bridge is narrow and calm; the main channel with the rapids is on the opposite side of the island. A broad area of rock ledges along the shore provides an interesting place to poke around - or at least it does at low water. The rock is granite shot through by pegmatitic and basaltic dikes and quartz veins. The river has scoured potholes, some two feet across, into the rocks. The view downstream is very nice, with a tiny island with a few trees just off-shore the downstream tip of the main island. People have built small dams of boulders that back up water into little pools. They are empty this morning, but perhaps kids play in them in the afternoon. I crossed back over the pedestrian bridge and followed a trail downstream. It provided a nice view of the narrow channel. 0:30

I then drove to the pull-out along Route 114 in Standish Maine, where the Sticky River flows into Sebago Lake. It is about a mile north of the Route 35 intersection. Standing on the viaduct where the highway crosses the river, I get two picturesque views: east out into a narrow bay that is part of Sebago Lake; and west, into a fairly-open wetland that narrows into the Sticky River. Poking around the pullout, I find an informal trail that crossed a sluggish stream via a puncheon (or beaver dam, perhaps), and leads fifty yards or so through the woods to the edge of the wetland. It offers a good view of the wetland’s grassy, western end. 0:30.

On the way back, I detoured south along Route 114 to the intersection with Fort Hill Road, which offered a nice view of a field full of yellow flowers, with a barn and silo at its far edge.

In the afternoon, I launched Hraun from the cottage and paddled a low loop of Bonny Eagle Pond. The sun was very bright, the sky blue with some puffy clouds, and the lake rough with chop from a strong south wind. I paddled slowly, enjoying the view. 1:00

A little later, Dallas and I launched the cottage’s canoe and paddled to the undeveloped northern shore of the lake, and then looped out into the central part of the lake. Two dogs frolicked on a shallow sand bar while their people relaxed on the shore. Our canoe was driven much more by the wind, on account of it being a higher boat than the kayak. 0:30.

September 5, 2020. I visited the Hawkes Preserve, a tract of wooded land along the west bank of the Presumpscot River. I parked at the trailhead, which is at the end of Tow Path Road, off of Route 202 in Gorham Maine. I first walked the path that follows the river. The view from the path is obstructed by trees, so I scrambled down to its muddy bank a couple of times to see the river. Its waters are sluggish today and its surface glassy, reflecting the trees on the opposite shore and the blue sky above. Pickerelweed grows in clumps along the bank, and patches of Tapegrass wave beneath the water’s surface. I also visited a small wetland on the opposite side of the trail, which also is full of Pickerelweed. I then walked the loop trail through the wood. The trees included a fair amount of Eastern Hemlock, now lost from southern New York due to the Woolly Adelgid infestation. The trail passes a school, crossed a small stream, and looked back to the trailhead. Jewelweed was blooming along the edge of the stream. I then walked a second loop, talking a woods road that began by the wetland and cut through the center of the preserve. It passed another small wetland and then rejoined the main trail at the western margin of the preserve. 1:00.

Paul, Gigi and Christopher Estes dropped by on their way from their home in Plymouth New Hampshire to their cottage in Harpswell Maine. Ed Abbott dropped by, too. I made them a lunch of hamburgers, cooked on the grille, and we ate them sitting (properly socially-distances, of course) around the picnic table in front of the cottage. The wind off the lake was just a little too stiff for us to use the backyard.

September 6, 2020. I visited the Little River Preserve, two neighboring tracts of wooded land along the east bank of the Little River off Gorham Maine, near the intersection of Route 202 and Longmeadow Drive. After crossing the first tract, which traverses woods and a field near some houses, and after crossing Aspen Lane, the trail enters the second tract, heading downhill towards the river and paralleling the edge of a steep gulley. The morning sun was still low in the sky, and most of the river was shadowed, but I managed to find a spot on the riverbank where its rays lit up the water and the surrounding trees. The river is about fifty feet wide. Today, the water level is low, with sections of river bottom exposed, and the flow was sluggish. I followed a loop trail northward (downstream) along the river bank, finding a few places where I could detour down to the water’s edge. I walked through serval Hemlock cathedrals, but wound up overshooting a turn in the trail, for the thick bed of needles makes it indistinct. I followed what appeared to be an informal trail to a woods road – though much of this section has the flavor of a bushwhack – and eventually rejoined the loop trail high up on the hillside. I then walked the southern loop trail. A signed urged caution. Though I had no trouble, I could see that the trail could be problematical on wet days, for it descended into and then climbed out of several deep ravines, the sides of which would likely be slick. The ground cover is luscious in the preserve, and especially withing the gullies, and includes fern, Jewelweed and Wild Sarsaparilla. I headed back after completing the second loop. 1:10

In the late afternoon, Dallas and I drove to Harpswell Maine and had a pot luck dinner on the lawn of the Estes Cottage. The view across roadside fields of goldenrod to Merriconeag Sound and to Bailey Island beyond it is terrific. Boat traffic was pretty moderate for the Labor Day Weekend, but several sloops and Schooner Alert sailed by as I watched. Later, Chris Estes, Dallas and I walked down to the Colony Beach, on Ash Cove. While Dallas and Chris swam, I sat in the sun on a driftwood log on the shore, amid a Spartina marsh grass and sun-dried seaweed. Dallas reported the water to be much colder than Bonny Eagle Pond! 0:30.

September 7, 2020. Paul, Gigi and Christopher Estes dropped by in the late morning on their way back to Plymouth New Hampshire. I made them a brunch of cheese omelets and sausage. Once again, we ate them sitting around the picnic table in front of the cottage. We then look some group pictures in the backyard, with beautiful Bonny Eagle Pond as a backdrop.

The afternoon is sunny, with a brisk breeze. I returned to Sawyer Mountain and again hike up to the summit, hoping that the view would be better. I parked at the Route 117 trailhead and took the Sherwood-Libby Trail up the mountain. It swings by the High Pasture, a now wooded flat area at the top of a steep rocky terrace. Only rock walls remain, but these are remarkable for the size of the stones that have been collected and fitted together, making a barrier four or five feet tall. The trail crosses a woods road. I took a detour up it to a very nice overlook immediately adjacent to a small house with a deck. I had a nice view of distant green hills against a vividly blue sky. The house is for sale. I’m not surprised, for the thought of driving the steep and rocky access road, especially in poor weather, is pretty daunting. I then continued on the Sherwood-Libby Trail to the summit. Although visibility is obstructed by trees, I found a couple of nice views. I then took Sawyer Mountain Road back down to the car. Much of it is in poor shape – like walking among boulders at the bottom of a dry gulch! I stopped by a large stone hopper structure, of the sort that might have been used for silage. Further downhill, I opened the back wrought iron gate of the little cemetery and went in and read the grave markers. In addition to the obelisk that I reported earlier, it has two rectangular stones that read, “C. Albert Estes, 1868-1951, his wife Grace E. Dawson, 1866 – 1933” and “Earnest C. Estes 1897 – 1920”. I sang a verse of Amazing Grace as I closed the gate and headed downhill. One again, I stopped at the wetland that is off a side road. Goldenrod, Aster and Steeplebush are in full bloom, but a knee-high plant with large, bright blue buds, not quite. 2:15.

I stopped briefly at a pull out along Route 11, just north of Route 25 in Limington, where I had a nice view of North Limington Pond. A few people were fishing, other picnicking.

September 8, 2020. In the late morning of a beautifully clear day, Dallas and I hiked on the blue-blazed trail at Songo Beach at Sebago Lake State Park, at the north end of Sebago Lake, in Casco Maine. It’s a longish drive of forty-five minutes or so, and I had been putting it off until the weather was really nice. We paid our $2 per person Senior Citizen admission and parked in the main lot at the beach in a grove of White Pine Trees. We walked along the sand, passing numerous pine stumps, the roots of which appeared to have been washed clear of sand. I suppose that a storm with a wind out of the south raided waves that eroded away their support and knocked them over. We then walked a loop of the blue-blazed trail, which is a wide and level trail that wanders beneath conifer trees north of the beach. The vegetation consists mostly of fern and Sarsaparilla – the same as Randall’s Orchard and Sawyer Mountain - and also Cucumber Root (which I had not seen in those places). The loop took us to the edge of the Crooked River, a braided stream that flows into the lake. We found a very beautiful viewpoint, where we could look out across its waters. A few Red Maples on its banks were beginning to turn. We the headed back to Songo Beach, passing a sand spit that enclosed a narrow and sheltered bay in which some young children played. Nearby, Dallas explored a tiny stone hut. I guess it was a children’s play house, but had it been situated on a mountain top, would have made a wonderful shelter during a winter’s hike! We passed a section of the shore where garnet crystals have been concentrated by wave action. I have seen these rose-colored patches on many sea beaches, including nearby Seawall Beach, up on Casco Bay but this was the first time that I’ve seen them in a lake. I guess that the waves are pretty strong! 2:30.

Late in the afternoon, I launched my kayak Hraun from behind the cottage and paddled straight across the lake, turning around in front of a large brown house with nine very large plate-glass windows. On the way back, I circled to avoid a group of swimmers, who were based out of a motorboat moored mid lake. The lake was calm and peaceful, today. 0:35.

September 9, 2020. I drove to South Windham and parked at the Sebago-to-the-Sea Trailhead at the end of Soccer Road, next to the soccer field. This is a more easterly portion of the trail than I visited a few days ago, when I parked at Johnson Field in Standish. The trail follows an old railway right-of-way. I headed westward, crossing the Presumpscot River by a high and sturdy railway bridge. The view of the river is terrific. I watched canoeists paddling downstream and teenager launching themselves into the river via a long rope swing extending from an overhanging tree. The trail is straight and level, as one might expect of a rail line, and rather exposed to the sun, so much so that I started to get a bit of a burn. I passed many beautiful wildflowers, including Goldenrod and Aster along the tracks and Jewelweed in stream crossings. I also came across a wonderful field of Thinleaf Sunflower, in bright bloom, which were in the process of escaping from a neighboring yard. I walked about three miles, passing stone mileage markers 13, 14 and 15, until finally I reached Snake Pond (the easternmost point of my hike out of Johnson Field). I then headed back. I took a short detorn down to a very pretty stream that meanders beneath conifer trees. It is accessed by a side trail that splays off of the Sebago-to-the-sea trail just at before the start of a black chain-link fence, about a mile 15-1/4. The stream passes beneath the right-of-way, which at that point has been built up by fifty feet or so, by tunnel with a stonework arch. The stream has only a little water, so I could walk along its bed, admiring the vegetation on its banks. Returning to the Sebago-to-the-Sea Trail, I inspected rocks with staurolite crystals, some with the archetypal cruciform twinning, exposed on the surfaces of schist boulders that were part of the retaining wall of the right-of-way. I also passed two Garder Snakes that were sunning themselves on the asphalt macadam. The old rail ties are getting pretty rotten in places; one we even the home of a very large and bright orange Chicken-of-the-Woods fungus! 2:45.

September 10, 2020. The morning is sunny, but clouds are expected to move in by afternoon. After cleaning up Norm’s Maine Place, I took a short walk to Bonny Eagle Park, a small park on the opposite side of Bonny Eagle Pond. I took Route 35 west, to Route 22 south to Old Limington Road to Proprietors Road. As before, the country roads are pleasant to walk, but the highways much too full of traffic to be relaxing. I passed many wildflowers and a few Red Maples, with leaves starting to turn their bright red fall color. I made a short detour to visit a small wetland off of Route 22, full of pretty wildflowers. The Park is indeed a tiny one, with one picnic table beneath White Pine Trees, a boat ramp and a small stretch of beach with a bench. I walked down to the beach and gazed across the lake. It was very beautiful in the morning’s sunlight. I then returned via the same route. 1:10.