If you could get to the top of the rise here, you'd have a clear view of the comings and going of Casco Bay traffic. It was a pretty desolate scene though on an early Sunday morning, both on water and here on terra firma. Not much activity. Just a few plow trucks moving about, cleaning up the few inches of snow deposited the night before. In my youth of another time, I would have eagerly waded my way in the thigh high drifts to reach the top. Then if I was successful, I'd probably have raised my arms above my head and screamed something like, "I'm the king of the world."or maybe just, "I'm king of the mountain. See if you can knock me off." Alone time. I've always enjoyed it. Back then and even now walking about in new fallen snow.