Bar Harbor

Our time in Maine is winding down as fall arrives.  Our RV is under a maple tree that has been dropping the most beautiful red and gold leaves.  It’s kind of cool to be back in the land of deciduous trees after living on the Isle of Palms for so many years.  My song may change next week when the temperatures are supposed to be more “fall like” according to the local weatherman.  “Fall temperatures” in South Carolina does not mean freezing temperatures.

We made the trip to Bar Harbor last weekend.  The town of Bar Harbor was nothing special – kind of like Key West meets New England.  It had all the sightseeing tours, cruise ships, tourist shops and so forth.  It was a nice town to walk around in but a little too touristy for our taste. 

Acadia National Park, however, was absolutely wonderful.  I kept thinking it was like the mountains of West Virginia merged with the Lowcountry of South Carolina, two of the most beautiful places on earth. 

 

There was a steady rain almost the entire time we were there but it couldn’t hide the splendor of the park.  It even created some waterfalls for just that day. 

When we woke up on Monday there were some rays of sunshine peeking through so we hurried back up to the summit of Cadillac Mountain (highest peak on the East Coast) to see what we missed the day before.  Wow!  You could see for miles. 

Bar Harbor from the summit of Cadillac Mountain

Sunday's drive

Dan commented on the drive up that he could see water in the rearview mirror where the day before we could only see fog.

We will be leaving Maine in less than two weeks.  Our next stop on the Grand Adventure is Fredericksburg, TX, about 45 minutes north of San Antonio.  Whenever a campground guest from Texas would check in and I would tell them where we were headed, every single person would say we were going to the most beautiful part of the state.  We can’t wait to see for ourselves.