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Showing posts with label Acadia National Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acadia National Park. Show all posts

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Mt Desert Island, Maine

 

Slowing down for a while

Our plans changed as we left Raymond, Maine earlier than we had planned. We could continue on to Quebec City, Canada a few weeks earlier than we had planned. Lubec or Campobello or the Maritime Provinces sounded interesting. We had been to Acadia National Park 13 years ago and thought this would be a good place to spend the next 9 days regrouping.
 
We took it easy our first few days on Mt Desert Island with a drive to Bar Harbor. This is cruise ship season. They dock just beyond the island in the picture and are tendered into the town. This day was a small ship with 700 passengers and the town was packed. I can't imagine how congested it is when two larger ships arrive later in the season.

You never know if you will have sunshine or fog.

Glooscap ("Good Spirit") is a wooden sculpture of a North American.
 
Seawall Picnic area in the southwest island was a great stop to check out the tide pools and watch the fog rolling across the bay.




Bass Harbor lighthouse
 We headed over to the carriage trails for a bike ride a couple of mornings. Between 1913 and 1940, John D. Rockefeller, Jr., financed and directed the construction of 57 miles of Carriage Roads for the use of hikers, bikers, horse riders, and horse-drawn carriages on the island.
 Carriage road bridges, no cars here.

 A stop at Eagle Lake
Acadia National Park's Island Explorer, a shuttle bus, is a great way to get around the island. We had ridden our bikes further than we had planned wanting to see what was around the next corner repeatedly. I voted to catch the shuttle part of the way back to our parking spot. I asked a young lady for a little help since she had a shuttle map and didn't want to end up even further from the truck than we already were. She is also a camp nurse 15 minutes from where we were in Raymond. She had driven 3 hours to Acadia on her day off . We had a quick but fun visit on the way to our drop off at Bubble Pond. I hope her drive back was easy and uneventful.
 Jordan Pond House

 
Helmet hair
 Jordan Pond House has been serving popovers and tea since the 1890s. We remembered how good they were on our last visit. We arrived in time for seafood chowder to go with those popovers for lunch.

Bubble Mountains beyond Jordan's Pond

 Sculpture made from mussels


 
 Top of Cadillac Mountain View. I can't believe we rode our bike up here when we were last here 13 years ago.
We stopped at Parson's Fish Market for scallops to go with our salads and cioppino soup.
We caught the bus early on our last day to beat the crowds along the Ocean Trail from Sand Beach to Otter Point.
Beehive Trailhead is across the road from Sand Beach and was calling our names.



It does look like a beehive and that is where we were headed.
 
 View from the top.
 
The freezer is full of blueberries and there was plenty to keep us busy and happy during our ten days here. It is pretty nice to be back on our time schedule and do or not, whatever we would like each day.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Time to go

Who won the wager?

Some of the reactions when we said that we were going to work at a youth camp were across the board. Wagers were placed on how long we would last. Four weeks would be the winner. Did we fail? Heck no! It was a good stop on the journey to meet some nice people and
crazy boys. Who would have thought that a youth camp with healthy boys would be such a petri dish? By the third week, there were outbreaks of two different viruses. I opted for the respiratory strain and ended up with a pretty bad case of bronchitis. When I could no longer talk because I couldn't breath, it was time to throw in the towel.
 
The camp owner was understanding and had a backup nurse ready to go and take over.
 
Once we realized it was time to head out, we had to do some fancy foot work. Finding campsites in July and August in the places we wanted to visit is a little more tricky.  
 Before getting sick, we made a visit to Old Orchard Beach to dip our toes into the Atlantic Ocean. I have no idea how the Mainers that were swimming tolerated the cold lobster water.
We woke early and decided to hit the road and head further east. As we drove by Bucksport, we crossed the Penobscot Narrows Bridge with an observatory in the left tower.

 The campgrounds on Mt Desert Island near Acadia National Park were expensive and booked except for Bar Harbor Campground which does not take reservations. You show up and see what's available, if there is anything. We were willing to take a dry camping site if we had to but lucked out with full hookup with shade trees and a not so bad price with all the blueberries a person can pick and eat included.
 Our campground neighbor gave us some tips on where to buy lobster and scallops at a good price to prepare for ourselves. There are actually two places near the campground that deliver lobster dinners. Where do we begin? How about a nap?
 The camp host that we visited with while he cleaned our firepit brought a load of firewood from another site he had just cleaned in case we might want to use it. What nice people!

Was it a bad choice to work at a youth camp clear across the country? No way, well other than the breathing thing. There were times when the influx of injured or sick boys was overwhelming. Mike stepped up and gave me a hand cleaning injured feet and toes or whatever I needed. It was quite an experience.
 
Now, what to do with all those blueberries and lobster.