The Crumpler Maine/Prince Edward Island Pan-Am Honeymoon…For the Love, Day 4 – Part 1

Once we got to Bar Harbor the sleeping in began. I hadn’t done it in a long time and it was treat. By George, this was my vacation from work and I was going to make the most of it. So at this point in the trip I think we started sleeping until 11:00 am every day. It made for an interesting meal schedule. We ate a lot of saltwater taffy that Kevin had purchased at the Cape Elizabeth gift shop.

On Day 4 we got out of the hotel room in time to catch lunch at Rupununi.

We were seated and looked through the menu for a bit before every light in the restaurant went out. All of them. Our server came over and said that it was the whole town out of power (not a large town) and that we could order whatever we wanted that didn’t require cooking. A salad or a sandwich. But not even all of those. Right when we were about to order the power came back on and we had a new world of culinary possibilities at our fingertips.

(My great-grandmother had a jaguar like this above the toilet in one of her bathrooms)

After lunch we headed into Acadia National Park. The day had started out rainy and turned into a heavy mist. It wasn’t too much trouble driving up into the mountains at first, but the higher we went the thicker the fog was. Like driving right into the clouds.

We stood at this lookout point for a bit watching the fog creep in. Should have guessed what would be waiting for us at the top of the mountain.

Like I said…heavy mist. And it only got worse.

…and worse.

We reached the top and there was absolutely nothing for me to take a picture of. Solid white. I’m not sure what the visibility actually was, but I’d give it a 0%. There was no choice but to drive all the way to the top because there was no place to turn around.

I think it was on our way back down that we met Mr. Seagull. Not the one from Portland. No, this was Cadillac Mountain Mr. Seagull. Kevin pulled over and humored me while I tried to get closer and capture this fella on film.

Hrmph.

Moving on.

Oh, you think those wings are going to help you?

And…we’re landing. One stone away? Really? That’s all you can do?

Seriously, all I want is a close-up. I am rotten at being a paparazzo.

Rubbing the whole “flight” thing in my face again?

And then I gave up. I know when I’m beat.

Once at the bottom of the mountain, we headed around the island, down misty roads that dryads and woodland nymphs could call home, on to our next destination.

Can you guess what lay just beyond the treeline?