PAMOLA -Protector of Mt. Katahdin
Copyright 2018 by Lori-Ann Willey
Mt. Katahdin Summit, Knife's Edge, and Pamola Peak |
In accordance with the Penobscot people, Pamola was an evil spirit that roamed the mountain. He was a Penobscot god of thunder and protector of Mt. Katahdin. Pamola had the body of a man, head of a moose, and the wings and feet of the almighty eagle.
(An Internet Photo) |
Looks like Pamola is playing with a ball. (A Cloud Formation) |
I know of many hikers who said they have climbed Mount Katahdin many times, all her trails, and annually, even. Some, hike during the winter months, though I can't for the life of me understand why. It is said by many, 'I crawled across Knife's Edge. I'll never do it again.' Comments such as, 'I'll never climb Knife's Edge again'. 'All was fine until the wind blew. I thought I'd fall to my death'. 'The climate is different there. Even during the summertime, the rocks are iced!' 'I reached Pamola Peak, saw Knife's Edge and turned around. I can think of many other ways I would rather die.'
Knife's Edge (An Internet Photo) |
Such comments are nerving even to the bravest. Yet, they also invite a challenge that so many accept. Yet, I look at Pamola Peak, Knife's Edge, and what I call the summit-summit every day. While I gaze, I am in awe of the history of the people, the mountain, and of their past. What will become of Mt. Katahdin, if one day, they install a tramway for tourists? I've heard of such mention, and, though that would be the only way I'd ever reach the top, or even cross Knife's Edge, I would not be in favor of that obstructed view. I'm one that enjoys the thought of preservation of nature as she is, and I do not enjoy the thought of my view obstructed by anything except for a passing cloud, rain, or snow. However, I fear that day will come. I just hope that it is not in my lifetime.
Trail across Knife's Edge (An Internet Photo) |
The Penobscot Indians believed that Pamola, even at her base, prevented humans from scaling his mountain home. There are references that even at the base, Pamola stirred up such blizzard-like conditions that were unsurvivable. So harsh, that hikers could not advance another step.
I must say that I appreciate and enjoy the folklore of the Penobscot people, and so did a man by the name of Leroy Dudley. His "yarns" are enjoyed by any reader of his book, "Chimney Pond Tales". His stories are quite amusing, and I must admit, he is an inspiration for me as well. For, since I read his book, I started a couple of my own.
If you chance upon the book, Chimney Pond Tales, it is an amusing read.
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