We woke up today to the sounds of rain pattering down
outside. Puddles on the balcony, people
in raincoats trudging down the sidewalk, and misting rain being blown
everywhere. We braved the weather to eat
at the Two Cats, and see our buddy Scott again. (Yes, I know it’s against all
vacationing etiquette to eat at the same place twice, but it was just as good
the second time, so suck it.)
On the way back to Acadia, we lucked into another city
jewel, the Asticou Azalea Garden. This
was a quiet, peaceful little garden around a quaint pond off the side of the
road. And if people didn’t know about it
before, they found out about it when we pulled over to walk around. Because five minutes after we stopped,
another six cars pulled over to see why we had stopped. I guess we look like the fun couple.
Next stop was a trek back out to Acadia for another hike,
this time an easy stroll on one of the many carriage trails. The rain had stopped, but the wind was
blowing in rowdy gusts. The leaves were
falling from the trees and showering down like red and orange and yellow rain,
littering the floor in a carpet of beauty.
It really brought Fall home for us.
We ate lunch again at the Whistling Whale (Yes, we broke the
rule twice in one day.), and then we went shopping around town. After spending all of next year’s salary on
t-shirts, magnets, and coffee mugs; we took a stroll down to the harbor. And that’s when we learned the origin of the
town’s name.
At low tide every day a giant sandbar is revealed running
from Bar Harbor out to Bar Island. And
it’s possible to walk across the harbor from one to the other, which is exactly
what we did. The sunset glistening on
the water and the waves crashing into the shore made an idyllic scene as we
walked across the wet sand and glistening rocks. Seagulls were taking advantage of the
stranded mussels, plucking them out of the water, flying up into the air, and
dropping them down on the rocks below to crack their shells. Totally cool to see in person, and had us
completely enthralled.
We were drawn back to Acadia for one last trip before the
day’s end. And while we didn’t have
long, it was a good thing we went, because we ended up picking up some
hitchhikers. Okay, technically, I guess
you could call them two cyclists who had gotten in over their heads, being
miles away from their car with the dark enveloping them. We picked them up and took them to their car
so they wouldn’t have to walk down the dark road and possibly get hitr. And get this…they were from Texas too!
After that, I took my sweetie out for a romantic anniversary
dinner at Rosalie’s pizza. (Chosen
because it was packed, so we figured it must be good.) We ordered the Stuffed Eggplant Rolls and
Pepperoni Calzone, and it lived up to the “hype.” We followed this up with a romantic moonlit
walk along the harbor. It was a perfect
anniversary date. Happy 10 Years to my
beautiful wife!
