Natural High

Trip Start Jul 16, 2011
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Trip End Jul 31, 2011


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Where I stayed
Best Western Acadia Inn, Bar Harbor ME
What I did
Acadia Nation Park

Flag of United States  , Maine
Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Our destination this morning is Acadia National Park. Acadia is the oldest National Park on the east coast and surrounds the highest point on the east coast.  As usual I was up before everyone so I grabbed my computer and headed over to the breakfast room for some coffee and to type yesterday's blog.  Sitting in the breakfast room I overheard the locals lamenting over the oppressively hot weather we are in for up here the next few days. They are talking high 90’s which by any standard is hot.  However, there is no humidity to speak of here and a perpetual ocean breeze.   So from my perspective this is great weather. 

The conversation sounded very similar to ones I hear back home when an inch or two of snow is called for.  People freak out and the storm is the start and ending of every conversation.  When we were in Connecticut I overheard several similar conversations about the impending heat wave.  I never heard the heat mentioned in Pennsylvania but as we have established Pennsylvania has other things on its’ mind.  Listening to all this brought me to this revelation; people are all the same, they are just different in how they are all the same.  Yogi Berra eat your heart out. 

First stop this morning was the ranger station to buy our park pass.  We picked up an excellent CD to be our tour guide.  Back to the parking lot and in goes the CD.  After the 5 minute obligatory cover thy butt statements on the CD such as when driving look at the road not sites , obey the speed limit, don’t cross barriers posted by the National Park Service, ect.,  we were off. 

The trip takes you around Cadillac Mountain as you climb some 1500 feet to the summit.  Along the way there are several breath taking views of Bar Harbor, The Porcupine Islands and The Atlantic Ocean.  We made it about half way round the mountain when lunch time struck.  We had a choice of leaving the park and going to Bar Harbor or staying in the park and heading to Jordan Pond.  Fortunately we decided to stay in the park.

It took some doing and some hiking to find a parking space but as they say in Florida, "the juice is worth the squeeze".  I will skip to the best part of the meal.  Popovers.  Popovers are Maine’s answer to cathead biscuits in the south.  Only they are lighter, fluffier and bigger.  The bottom of this Maine manna is about the size of a baby’s fist while the top is about the size of my fist. Popovers were invented when some Yankee wife several hundred years ago poured too much batter in a muffin pan causing the huge muffin top.  The Yankee husband came in from the field and asked, “what are those”?  The Yankee wife replied, “popovers”.  The Yankee husband said, “OK” , and sat down to enjoy this newly invented delicacy.  I don’t want to contemplate where the name for cathead biscuits came from. 

After being properly fortified with food from Jordan Pond Restaurant it was time to summit the Cadillac Mountain in a Chevy Malibu.  The winding road up takes about 15 minutes to climb if you don’t stop at one of the many overlooks to take in the sites.  At the top there is a generous parking lot in a flat area.  From there you have to do it the old fashioned way.  One foot in front of the other. 

At first there is a man made cement sidewalk to get you started.  Pat who has a genuine fear of heights had not planned to venture much farther than the parking lot.  That is until fate in the form of an 80 year grandmother using a walker intervened. It seems grandma was venturing out on the paved path towards the edge of mountain.  Pat not wanting to be out done by a Medicare recipient said, “Now I am committed.  There is a Grandmother with a walker going up there”.  We caught up to and passed her like she was standing still.  Which technically she was since she had come to some steps that could not be tackled while using a walker.  We offered help, which she refused, and we continued our adventure to the edge of the abyss.  

Not too far after we left Grandma in our dust the manmade paths ended.  To venture farther required hiking across granite with crevices, drops and slopes going up and down.  I figured Pat having thoroughly shown Grandma how it is done would call it quits here.  In true husband tradition everywhere I was wrong as usual.  Press on she said and press on we did. In fact we pressed on for another half mile.  Our prize was a truly spectacular view of Bar Harbor and the Porcupine Islands. 

We sported around on top of the mountain for another hour or so before descending back to civilization.  I can passably describe people and situations.  I will make no attempt to describe something God created. They say a picture is worth a thousand words.   Hopefully the pictures I am attaching will do some justice to what we saw.  
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