Green Mountain - Geography and Access

Geography and Access

The Mountain, situated within the national park zone can be accessed via the main road from Georgetown. However vehicle access does not extend to the top of the mountain. A footpath exists up to the old barracks and disused water catchment area. This continues to an observation station, where there is also a Dew Pond, formed by the collection of water on top of the mountain. The area is maintained for visitors to a certain extent and a passage is provided through the dense vegetation. The highest point of the mountain is marked by an anchor chain, which is just up from the Dew Pond.

  • The Old Water Catchment Area, which was once the main supply of water for the island.

  • View from atop Green Mountain, showing Ascension island and the settlement of Two Boats in centre.

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