Cadillac Mountain, in Acadia National Park, is a high point that looks out over the little village of Bar Harbor below, and the intricate network of islands and channels that make up the Mt Desert Narrows.
The view is stunning on a bright day, pink granite cliffs and dark green forests…
Deep blue waters and a turquoise sky, white fluffy clouds and white dots of villages and white dots of schooners!
But in autumn, the winds are changing, and the afternoon brought chilly gusts…
And silvery gray cloud-cover…
Just right for a nap!
But don’t forget that storms are coming, lol!
At Roque Bluffs beach, a very low tide at sunset revealed this great stretch of rocky landscape, where the water would normally be well over our heads!
It was too cold for swimming, but the boys couldn’t resist wading in the tidal river…
…while we found new limpets and snails to admire…
…and watched the blue evening fall across the bay!
Some autumn days settle in close and cool and misty, making it look like nothing exists beyond the blueberry fields, resting now after the season’s harvest, turning red…
…and bordered with sweet little yellow wildflowers, that seem happiest in these dewy mornings.
Herds 🙂 of turkeys wander through the fields – they must feel safe because of all the NO TRESPASSING signs posted by the blueberry farmers!
The maples are beginning to turn, and their bright leaves are reflected in all the marshland pools and streams.
And still, there are summer days! When the sun turns warm, we get swimsuits on fast – we don’t want to miss a chance to enjoy the last moments of this summer!
It’s so very peaceful, to sit in the soft sand and watch the kids wade and splash, sometimes running, sometimes digging, sometimes searching among the rocks, sometimes chasing down the seagulls…
And I must not be the only one who feels that way – we were joined this particular afternoon by a sweet little seal who bobbed along the shore, watching our kids play as well!
And whenever I lose the kids, I can just follow their tracks 🙂 But all the traces of our presence will be washed away before our next visit, lol!
It’s an easy place to be, and time slips smoothly by on a golden afternoon at the shore!
Down in Jonesport, when the tide goes out, a brave new world appears! You can walk right out to an island, on dry ground. Look at the tiny dots of my children, running across the ocean floor!
Although you do have to be mindful of the tide coming back in, there are hours between changes to enjoy and explore!
And once the tide comes in, it looks like this…You can’t imagine the delightful squeals from a carful of kids who realize, “Hey! That’s right where we were walking!”
Beyond Jonesport, a bridge takes you out to Beal’s Island, an island with a long history in lobster. People find it amazing, like stepping back in time, or into another little world that has been little affected by anything beyond its borders!
I was surprised to see such a sparkling, tidy waterfront in such a highly-trafficked fishing village. Day in and day out, with their busiest season in fall, the lobster boats are running traps; and yet, when their day is done, they seem to take just as much pride in neat boats and neat docks, everything stacked and organized and ready for the next day.
And right at the dock, you can get fresh catch served up fried, or on a roll, or in chowder, while you watch the boats go by 🙂
Little villages, little inlets and coves, little stretches of sandy beach, little forested parks, little tidal marshlands, in a little nook in the little state of Maine…
What a place! It’s hard to imagine you could ever run out of something to do 🙂