|Fri, 27 May: A relatively short day, merely sixty miles from Newburgh Village to Bar Harbor. We didn't get underway until after eleven because we had such a wonderful time visiting with our Piper Mountain Christmas Tree Farm hosts, Jim and Norma Corliss (see previous day's entry). It is just as well that we delayed our start as it was quite foggy and why do that if you don't have to? Regardless, we made good time and pulled into Bar Harbor Campground about one.
Our drive took us along rural roads from Piper Mountain to I 95. Then I 395 around Bangor and finally US 1A and ME 3. Bar Harbor Campground does not take reservations, and each camper is allowed to choose his own site. We found a full hookup site not far from the ocean and settled in. This park is a bit pricey for us, but compared with the price charged by other area campgrounds ($70+/nite), it is a bargain.
After settling in and lunching we drove into Bar Harbor to post some letters and visit the grocery. When we returned to the car with our groceries some folks commented on Sandi's "I ♥ RVing" shirt and the towing attachment on the front of Dinkum. It didn't take long to learn that they are also RVers and their Winnebago is in the site right next to ours at the campgrounds. We invited them to stop over for cocktails.
Mary Jane and Frank knocked on our door shortly after their return from the grocery and we spent several hours getting to know one another. They're retired educators from New Jersey (they taught in Newark, just a few blocks from where Sandi's sister teaches) and live in Stanhope, a short distance from the Fla Net RV Park in which we stayed during our recent NJ visit. They're "old hands" at Bar Harbor, having visited here annually for years. They are a font of knowledge and were very generous in sharing their expertise. We look forward to visiting with them during our stay.
Sat, 28 May: Today dawned (barely) very, very foggy, damp, and cold. Seemed as though it was preordained to be a thoroughly exciting day—so we did our laundry. The park's laundry facilities are quite adequate with sufficient machines and only $1 wash and $1 dry. We used three machines and it only took a few hours while we waited for the fog to lift. Never did!
Late morning we drove into town and picked up our mail that had arrived at General Delivery (only three days from Box Elder...) On the way home we went into Acadia National Park and drove part of the loop road. Regretfully, the fog just hung in there we the "vistas" weren't really.
Late in the afternoon we took ME 3 back toward Ellsworth to dine at the highly acclaimed Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound (for some reason Lobster Shacks are called "Pounds" in these here parts.) Trenton Bridge is highly acclaimed and this was their opening day. By going early we managed to beat the crowds which were out the door by the time we left. Sandi opted for a whole lobster while Bob ordered the crab cocktail.
Once Sandi selected her lobster (1.4 lbs), he (yes, he was a "he") was treated to a boiling sea water bath on their outdoor cooker (see pix) before joining us at our table in a tray complete with lobster cracker, lobster pick, and many napkins (see pix). Sandi enjoyed the next ¾ hour wrestling the delicious meat from the claws, tail, and legs. Nothing, absolutely nothing, beats fresh Maine lobster.
Sun, 29 May: About 0500 we heard a ships fog signal. It turns out that the Holland American ship ms Maasdam anchored off Bar Harbor on her cruise from Boston to Montreal. After breakfast we decided to drive downtown and see her. The weather was a bit better than yesterday—meaning the fog wasn't quite as thick.
Downtown was a zoo, typical of a small town that receives 1,200 or so T-shirt and Ice Cream deprived cruise ship passengers. We enjoyed walking around town watching the tourists watching us and the locals raking in the Greenbacks as fast as they could.
Back to the coach for a quiet lunch and (planned) quiet afternoon. The RV park isn't anywhere close to being full, but there are enough coaches and trailers to make the people-watching worthwhile.
Mon, 30 May, Memorial Day: Our thanks to all those who served our nation and especially remembering those who paid the ultimate price. Our new flagpole allows us to fly the flag at half staff, which we did until noon when protocol calls for raising it to full staff. We were the only ones in the park that did so...
It rained hard overnite, but by the time we awoke it was starting to clear and ended up being a lovely day. We spent a good part of the afternoon sitting outside the coach reading and chatting with our neighbors. As planned, we stayed close to home and watched our "neighbors" start pulling out late morning. By dinnertime the park was pretty empty with only a handful of coaches in the oceanside campground. Dinkum never moved, which is our very favorite way to spend the final day of a three day holiday.
Tue, 31 May: The day dawned bright and sunny. We were itching to take the scenic coastal drive to the West Quoddy Head Lighthouse in northeast Maine. West Quoddy Head Lighthouse, at W066.9523° longitude, is the easternmost point in the continental United States.
The drive took us all day and included numerous deviations from US 1 to various state roads that wound along the coast and through little-visited fishing towns such as Jonesport, Winter Harbor, Birch Harbor, and Prospect Harbor to name a few. We also drove out to Schoodic Point, which affords a dramatic view of the rocky Atlantic coast.
We put a total of 235 miles on the car, and loved every mile.
Wed, 01 Jun: We stopped by the campground office and paid for an additional two days of site rental. We are enjoying our stay in this almost empty place and there are still sights to see and seafood to devour.
The weather forecast called for a partly cloudy morning with afternoon thunderstorms. We left the coach about 0900 with the intention of visiting the south side of the island. While our intentions were valid—the forecast, alas. was not. We had barely started exploring the south coast near Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse when the sun disappeared. By the time we'd made a few more photo stops the clouds were quite ominous and the rumble of thunder was clearly audible.
The storm hit and we elected to return home. We drove through the heavy rain and returned home about 1130. The storm has since passed through, but the forecast is for more, possibly severe, storms later this afternoon. We'll probably stay here for the balance of the day and try playing tourist again tomorrow...
Thu, 02 June: Well, we played "lazy" instead of tourist. We did laundry in the morning so we'll leave with mostly clean stuff. In late afternoon we headed back to the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound for one last fix of lobster. Bob, who cannot digest lobster, had to console himself with a heaping serving of steamed mussels. We both swaggered away with yummy, yummy in our tummy.
Tomorrow we'll resume our nomadic lifestyle by heading west through Maine toward Vermont.