Tumbledown Mountain, Little Jackson, Big Jackson and Blueberry Mountains stand in the background. Staff photo by Herb Swanson Lonely stone walls, overgrown cellar pits and abandoned apple groves remind you that this was mostly farm country a century ago, before the park was born and gave the land back to the forest. Then, too, the 5,000-acre park offers scenes so expected, so familiar, that they reassure the soul. Dozens of girls from a camp in Sweden giggle and gossip as they set up tents. Charcoal grills waft smoke over camp sites in the trees.
Boys charge across a sandy beach and slam into Webb Lake with a splash.
Donna Blodgett of Weld is hunched over, picking berries for muffins and dropping them in a small pail. Mount Blue, among the largest of the 32 state parks, means different things to different people. Canoes line the beach along Webb Lake at Mt. Blue State Park. For serious mountain bikers, the park is a place to pump muscles up and down hilly dirt roads or wooded trails. For hikers, there's Mount Blue, Little Jackson Mountain and a number of other mountains in the 3,000-foot range.