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Published: September 26th 2008
After about 5 hours or so from Jackson, NH and we were in Bar Harbor, Maine. On the way there, I noticed road signs showing distance in kilometer. I guess because Maine is the last state in the northeast of the US before you get to Canada where they use kilometer.
We arrived in Bar Harbor around mid afternoon so after checking in at our motel, Acadia Pines-cheap and very clean, we drove about 3 miles to the visitor center. map- checked, plan discussion-checked and then off we went to Acadia scenic loop.
Cadillac Mt. was our first stop. We drove up to the summit. It was a clear day so it was nice. Wind was really working hard making it difficult for me to keep my tripod still plus keeping myself warm. I eventually had to go get my jacket from the car. It was a huge mountaintop and fairly flat compared to other mountains.
We made the next stop at Sand beach and spent quite a little bit of time there. It was 4 pm but it looked as if it was 6 in the morning. The beach was entirely covered with fog. The sun was
hiding and never showed up until we left. There weren't that many visitors which I really like. We took our shoes off and I walked straight to the water while Doug was walking slowly after me. It felt so good to have my bare feet on the sand walking on a foggy beach. I increased my pace and left Doug behind. He didn't want to go into the water, I knew. No hesitation, I got closer and closer to the water and Shaaa!!! Shaaa!!! the waves threw themselves on the shore and there my feet were in the water. It was cold, very cold. I was tiptoeing plus jumping for the whole time, yet I walked deeper into the sea. Still jumping/tiptoeing, I looked back at Doug with a big grin on my face and shouted to him "it's cold". He seemed well aware and had clearly no intention to join me. The water came up slightly above my ankles, then my shins, then my knees, and later my thighs. I stood there taking a deep breath while trying to balance myself not to get pushed by the waves into the water. After a few minutes of dancing in the
water, I gave up and retreated. My feet were numb, joyous numb.
Later I found a higher spot to feed myself with the views so I climbed up on the rocks and positioned myself there for a little while. I can't say that I was a brave one but we seemed to have plenty of them here. A few people came in group, some were in bikinis and some were in shorts diving into the water. There was only one guy that stayed the longest, for about 5 minutes. Doug took an opportunity to catch different expressions on their faces. He walked towards me so I climbed down to joy him on the beach. It had been for quite sometime that we were there so we decided to head out to continue on the scenic loop.
We didn't complete the loop today because I misread the map so we ended up heading to town early. We got to Bar Harbor town, a touristy town full of touristy stuff and you can probably guess what were there. Yes, some restaurants, souvenir shops, outdoor shops, cafe, and some art galleries. We walked down to the pier, there were a few
remember "cairn" used as trail blazer to guide directions for hikers.
restaurants by the water and a big open lawn. Some people walked around looking at things while some others sat or lied on the lawn resting relaxingly gazing at the horizon above the Atlantic ocean. I don't know if we were fog-magnet or not but we sure got a lot of fog here too, just less than what we had at the beach. I stared out into the ocean looking at boats and ships sailing around, fog moving in and away, people resting and taking pictures, and Doug looking bored. I walked up to him asking gently what he would like to do. He said his feet hurt and he would like to sit down. As it was close to dinner time, we decided to have dinner there right behind where we were standing, outdoor dining at Bar Harbor Inn.
Certainly, we got good views of the Atlantic ocean and the sunset during our meal. We figured we got to have lobster since we were in Maine. I never had a lobster before and would definitely like to try. I had an impression that it would taste like shrimp for some reason. Our starter, seafood sample, came and I
water, rocks, and plants
slowly dove into it. Doug put a piece of lobster on my plate and so it went into my mouth. Chew Chew!! Chew Chew!!, it felt as if I was chewing a piece of rubber just not the chewy one. I dipped it in the sauce, neh..didn't help any. So I gave it another bite before deciding that I didn't like lobster. Doug felt similarly. I'm so glad that this expensive seafood turned out to be what I don't want to spend money on in the future. Worked out perfectly.
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