Acadia
 "The deep, dark forest,  too silent to be real." from "Canadian Railroad Trilogy" by Gordon Lightfoot

 September 11, 2015


We loved Quebec and PEI; however, there is nothing like the Maine woods and water! This is the best place—even in the rain.

Robin was up at 5:30 a.m. to photograph the sunrise on Frenchman Bay; of course, there was no visible sunrise in the pouring rain and mist. That’s okay—we got an extra couple hours of sleep, and that’s what we needed.


We spent all afternoon in Acadia National Park, and it was so much fun! I found “my place” and named it Pine Cone Point, where we walked along a path and sat on stones and just took it all in—the pines, hemlocks, the birch trees, the ocean dotted with small islands (Porcupine Islands), the rocks, and surf.

 It was cool and certainly overcast, but it was peaceful and restorative just being a part of these gifts. And I may have taken the picture for our Christmas card this year, right there in Pine Cone Point. 

Some of the white birch trees were turning golden, and we saw a bit of red interspersed with the greens. Another week or so, and it will be even more spectacular.

We drove the Loop Road in Acadia, all the way up to Cadillac Mountain, which is a giant hunk of pink granite. Usually the view from up there is awesome; today it was awesome in a different way—we were surrounded by clouds and could see nothing below. It was a world we don’t experience very often—surreal almost.

We decided to drive for a few hours tonight to get a head start on our long trek home tomorrow and Sunday, and we are now in Waterville, Maine, just north of Augusta, the state capital.