Biking Acadia

The Carriage Roads in Acadia National Park draw cyclists from all over the world to these protected paths to ride crisscrossing

the park. These crushed rock roads built in the early 1900s wind their way through the interior of the park and are used by horses and pedestrians as well as bicyclists.

imageOf course, cyclists can also fight the traffic on the perimeter road, but we happened to be in Acadia on a day the road is closed to vehicles. Each year, two days are set aside to let cyclists enjoy the 27 miles of traffic free biking.

Since I “don’t do hills”, we didn’t take advantage of riding the loop road and instead walked portions while others much older put my bike riding skills to shame.


I forgot to take the advice on a park website to ask a ranger to suggest an appropriate carriage road to ride and ended up on a very difficult 12 mile ride which I’m certain was 100% uphill. The next day’s ride around Eagle Lake was not as difficult but still proved to be challenging enough to give me a good workout in the midst of a beautiful setting.


I’m finally beginning to learn that a trail described as “flat” means something completely different when outside the state of Florida. I’m also learning I have a lot of work to do if I plan to ride out of state.

Chasing the Moon

Photo of blood moon taken by John.

We decided to stay an extra night at Acadia National Park when we learned that Sunday, September 27th was to be the night of the blood moon.

I captured the rising moon over Bar Harbor on Saturday evening after dinner, and on our way back to the campground we made plans for joining the park ranger at Sand Beach the following night for the eclipse.

Photo by Dee

What better place to watch the total eclipse of the full moon than over the ocean on a cool, clear night in Maine.

Photos by Dee

However, Sunday night was more COLD than cool and with 20mph winds, we scratched the beach plan and instead parked overlooking the Atlantic and The Thrumcap adjacent to the Sieur de Monts entrance.


Sitting in the car and out of the wind, we were able to watch the changes over a three hour period from full moon

Photos by John

to blood moon.

Photo by John

A moon worth chasing.

John’s photos were taken with a Canon G16 through the lens of a spotting scope.

Maine Eats

It’s strange that John never eats lobster EXCEPT when in Maine, and as soon as he hits the state line, he starts looking for a place to eat the state’s best known crustacean. Since we crossed the state line well after dark and past the closing time of most restaurants in York, his lobster obsession had to wait another day, but that turned out to be a good thing because we just so happened to be at one of Maine’s most famous lobster shacks at lunchtime. We got in line in Wiscasset at Red’s Eats around 11:30 and waited for about 45 minutes for a lobster roll and the first taste of Maine.


A lobster roll, fries, onion rings, slaw and fried haddock (I don’t eat lobster) and we were officially welcomed to the state of Maine.

Once in Acadia National Park, a meal at the Jordan Pond House was required to make the visit complete. The traditional food at Jordan Pond House: popovers. Maine Seafood Chowder served with popovers and strawberry jam…yum.


And we had to indulge in Maine’s most famous dessert. How could we pass on blueberry crisp topped with ice cream?

There was only one more meal needed to make the trip complete. Lobster at a traditional lobster pound. A place to sit on the dock, overlooking the lobster boats and a tank of the live creatures waiting to be served to diners. After a day at Schoodic Peninsula, what we found was not quite a lobster pound, no whole lobsters plucked from the tank and dropped into boiling water, (although there was a tank). No whole lobster, but a lobster roll (and a grilled cheese sandwich) eaten on a dock…the perfect setting.


Lobster obsession satisfied until the next time we cross the state line.

No Words Needed

Acadia National Park – no words needed!








No special camera equipment needed to capture the beauty of this park. I took all pictures with iPhone 6 (John took the picture of me, also with an iPhone 6).

Designate a Meeting Spot

I can only think of about a half dozen times when your dad and I were truly angry with one another. During our return trip to Acadia National Park we began to reminisce about one of those occasions.

While we don’t agree on the details, I think we were at the beach and he thinks we were at Thunder Hole, and we both believe that we were with you girls and the other was alone; nevertheless we agree that we were frantically looking for one another for more than forty-five minutes.

Hard to believe this beach was so packed with people we couldn't find each other. The difference between July and September.
Hard to believe this beach was so packed with people we couldn’t find each other. The difference between July and September.

Since I’m writing, this is my version of the story. I remember being at Sand Beach on a very crowded day. It seems people in the Northeast think swimming in icy cold water is an enjoyable summer activity. So I remember taking you girls to the restroom and then returning to the beach to meet Dad. When he wasn’t there we sat down and waited for maybe fifteen minutes, but when he still hadn’t returned we set off to find him.

Over the course of the next half hour we walked up and down the beach looking for him while he was doing the same thing. Finally, we found one another and both started in on the other with “where have you been…I’ve been looking all over for you…I was worried when you didn’t come back.”

Apparently, he thought we were meeting at the restroom so after waiting for awhile, he also started walking the beach making it difficult for us to find one another. By the time I returned to the restroom he’d returned to the beach leading to the confusion.

Needless to say, we were both more worried than angry, but by the time we were all reunited, anger was the only emotion we could express.


One reason this rarely happened is because we designate a place to meet when we go separate directions and plan a meeting place in case someone gets lost – like in front of Cinderella’s castle at Disney or at the registration area at a 5k race.

A little planning reduces a lot of stress when you’re in a crowd and lose contact with a friend or family member. I know, cell phones have made it easier to locate one another, but I was reminded this week that cell phones aren’t always the answer as visitors in Acadia were frustrated at their inability to find members of their group when calls and texts didn’t go through in the many “no service” areas of the park and we all know someone who lets the battery on their phone die at the most inopertune times.

Save yourself from worry and anger…designate a meeting spot.