Tim and I arrived in Acadia National Park yesterday afternoon. Acadia is what we consider to be the true start of our big adventure. The weather was perfect, and we settled into our campsite at Blackwoods Campground in the park. Linda, you would love this campground – lots of trees, good separation between sites and very natural. It’s a huge campground, but its size is cleverly disguised.
Tim accused me of having spoiled the cat during the three weeks I was on the road. HA! He turned around and insisted on taking her for the longest walks she has had to date. Kitty is really getting the hang of walking on a leash. Of course, she is usually the one leading the way. Kitty has also forgiven Tim for abandoning her to three virtual strangers and is now sleeping on his legs at night.
|Is This Table for Me To Sit On?|
Today we began our exploration of the park. I’ve been to the park on several occasions, and I was looking forward to touring one of my favorite parks with Tim.
|Tim Puts On His Best Interpretive Pose|
The views from the Park Loop Road are glorious – the rocky coast and leaves just starting to turn shades of orange and red. There were no crashing waves today; the surf was amazingly calm. We were able to take our time, sit out on the rocks and enjoy the warm sun, gentle breeze and view of the waterfowl dipping for their lunch.
|The Rocky, Blocky Granite Coastline of Acadia|
|Interesting Rock Formations|
|Tim Enjoying the View and the Sunny Day|
Tim suggested visiting the Abbe Museum, an early collection of archeological artifacts from Maine’s Native Americans. It was interesting to hear Tim’s take on the exhibits. His specialty is western archeology, but he pointed out some similarities, and differences, between Native Americans of both regions. For example, several projectile point styles look similar. And of course here there was a heavy reliance on sea resources that are not available in the intermountain west.
|Will I Fit?|
|Sarah At the Abbe Museum|
|Tim At the Reproduction Wigwam Made Of Birch Bark|
Applied With the Inside of the Bark Facing the Outside of the Wigwam
Afternoon tea at the Jordan Pond House was as good as I remembered. The restaurant is known for its popovers served with butter and strawberry jam. The popovers were to die for, warm and melt-in-your-mouth. I easily could have eaten more than the two that came with tea, but I restrained myself.
|Enjoying Afternoon Tea at Jordan Pond House|
|Tea and Popovers|
|Jordan Pond With The Bubbles in the Background|
Tonight we entertained company. Jane’s youngest sister Lizz and her husband Paul happened to be camping in Acadia in the same campground where we are, and we asked them to join us for happy hour. Lizz is the third Caporelli I’ve seen on this trip. First Jane, then Mary, now Lizz. Who would have thought? Good conversation was enhanced by wine, local blueberry soda, Cabot Creamery cheese and fig and pecan dip. We do eat well.
|Tim, Lizz and Paul|
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