|| 夏行のAcadia National Park

A late summer trip to New England's beautiful sea coast, this has been a wish come true for a long long time. The week before the Labor Day weekend, we took off from Richmond airport and went north bound towards Bangor Maine. The minute we landed and breathed the air, we noticed that it was so pure like this was transparent. The place was full of charm (and somewhat lacking the fast technology development like the rest of the world :-)), nothing of those heavily marketed places of interests, remaining small and local. We enjoyed the drive to Bar Harbor, though it was after a transition flight from LGA. The roads were very fine, being worked on for widening. When it got closer to Trenton, I was not disappointed and saw the lovely Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound like mentioned in the other travel journals.

Cranberry Island (Isles Island) - These are floating objects above the water tied to the lobster cages. Every floating object represents a different ship, and you are not supposed to pick up other ships' lobsters ...

There were many cute little artist's shops along the docks of the shipyard. I walked in one jewelry store, and was greeted by a lovely girl. She wore an apron, was working on something pottery, I guess. The other guest asked her what were her works on the shelf (obviously that was a very smart question, not all merchandises are made from the island). She pointed to the center of the shopping boards, those were her pieces, very girly looking necklaces and bracelets. She was wearing hers at the time, and certainly brightened things up.

Occasionally we saw sailing boats, not the tourism motor kinds, but they were more private and adventurous. You wonder who they are, that sails the single canvas boat all alone in the middle of the sea, we saw some of them when our own Sea Princess boat went back to shore. There were only three or four people there, one or two of them obviously seasoned sailors (look at their skin colors), and they were very carefree and easy, they waved their hands at us ... I wish that I was waving my hands for the curious eyes ...)



The trip to the Bass Harbor Light House was the last day of the Acadia excursions. It was too early for the woman who was walking her dog. I didn't care, still we walked to the front and back of the house. This is the most classic pictures of Acadia. The lighthouse wasn't the most impressive, compared to what we saw last year at Virginia beach, but obviously the greenish blueish water, the sea foam, the pinetrees were enough to compliment the entire scene and made it the most famous shot of the area.


Everyday at dawn, we drove up to the Cadillac mountain. Up in the air, it was haze (the park seems to suggest that it was sign of degrading air quality due to pollutions). However, the view was pretty, more than pretty. We saw the coast line, the little town Bar Harbor, the Bar Island where you can only access at low tides, and many many unvisited little islands, floating in the big water. More amazing was the water itself, we've seen how tides and waves hit the stones, but up there, the water was absolutely not moving. They were stopped by something, I was trying to think what could've stopped it, but Mom explained that it was the relative position geographically. She is usually more scientific than I do ...

We dined at Jordan Pond House, right in the front of the north and south Bubbles. Popovers were as good of a taste as what the journals told us. The restaurant was set elegantly to match the tranquility and elegance of the area.




Twice we saw deers. Here were three of them, after taking their morning strolls, they went back to the woods of the Bar Island.



This, of course, was the famous Thunder Hole. We accidentally dropped ourselves into this place (my research hadn't highlighted this as the most famous step-out of the shore), and we were struck by the heavy and deep howls after the sounds of the water.