on that list. Rained in - again - we decided to rent a movie: "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." Julia is a notoriously hardy and sunny girl (except for in the pre-coffee morning), but the images of Hawaii were enough to get to even her. We've both been putting on brave faces, but the next morning she turned to me in the car and said, "You remember when that surfer guy in the movie said 'When life gives you lemons, say Fuck Lemons and bail'? Hawaii sounds nice."
Tuesday, we took a series of very short hikes. First, we headed over to Bass Harbor Lighthouse, probably the most photographed object in all of Mt. Desert Island. We helped it keep it's lofty perch by snapping a few shots of our own. A small trail traced along the rocky shore near the lighthouse and conveniently led away from the (very tiny) crowd at the lighthouse.
Second, we took a stroll along Ship Harbor, a 1.5 mile loop described in local guidebooks as "very easy." The weather kept the kids away, for the most part, which I'm always pleased with. Some of these names seem pretty mundane. Ships come into this harbor, let's call it Ship Harbor! And damn near everything is renamed after the original English or Dutch locale. New Jersey, Yarmouth, Stonington, etc. But I imagine if you were a pillaging colonist, you're so busy giving out the pox and building forts that there's not much time for coming up with creative names. And in an area like this, there's probably 100 coves and 100 more harbors.
Third, we headed over to Beech Cliffs, a more challenging and scenic couple mile walk. An incredible amount of work went into building the trails. Hundreds of individually cut stone stairs lead up the cliff edge and iron runged ladders were built into the cliffside so permanently and well that there are foot-thick trees that have grown around the side stays. And the views. Despite the perma-fog we're "enjoying," the top of the cliffs afforded us panoramas of the local Echo Lake and more distant pieces of the island.
Even easy hiking builds up the appetite, so we headed out to pick up some fresh local seafood to cook up. This has turned into an odyssey beyond all comprehension.
The other day, we started by heading to the local seafood wholesale/retail spot. A huge sign marked the entrance and then, that was it. A big parking lot, an empty dock, and one dead fish in a dockside warehouse. So, um, no fresh fish. We followed the trusty GPS over to the associated lobster pound where the eastern european summer help momentarily confused our request, but ultimately informed us that no local clams, mussels, or fish were available. Lobster, fries, and burgers were though.
This time, we went in a little more informed. A brochure informed us of a local spot just up the road, so we took a drive up to the Hall Quarry area to find it. After missing the location the first time, we doubled back and saw this sign. I'm practically staying in
the ocean and I can't get a damn shellfish! What the hell?!
More hiking tomorrow,
Except for my beer, I can think of very few things that should be kept cold and wet. My honeymoon/vacation is certainly