Fleeton Year of Adventure travel blog

Acadia National Park - looking out from Cadillac Mountain over Bar Harbor...

From Cadillac Mountain looking inland over lakes and hills

Fall Colours

Bar Harb or - all that remains of this gigantic estate "Kenarden...

One of the classic turn-of-the-century inns (this is just part of it)

Some more Maine colour

A lobster "shack" we stopped at for lunch - here is how...

We started off our day by driving into Acadia National Park (and paying $80 U.S.A. for both of us to be able to go into all national parks, national forests, national historic sites, etc. for a year - what a deal!) Acadia winds around the shoreline and includes Cadillac Mountain (named for the French explorer, not the car), which is the highest point on the Atlantic Seaboard. We were able to drive up it to the summit, along with several tour buses, and when we got to the top we could see where the buses came from - there were two huge cruise ships down in the ocean off Bar Harbor. There are a lot of different lines doing cruises on the New England/Maritimes circuit - these two were the Royal Caribbean "Explorer of the Seas" and the Costa "Atlantica". The weather was cloudy with a bitterly cold wind - we're going to have to dig out our hats and mittens soon. Anyway, the views were great, and the scenery throughout the park was very nice. This is one of the areas where many rich Americans at the turn of the century had summer "cottages" - people like the Rockefellers, Astors, etc. Most of the giant homes are gone, but lots of beautiful big Queen Anne and Victorian piles remain, and lots of old inns as well. We couldn't even wander the streets because they were so full of cruise ship passengers, but we did drive around Bar Harbor and the other communities to ogle some of the old buildings. After we drove out of the park and back up the island Bar Harbor is situated on, we stopped at a Lobster Shack/Restaurant for lunch - it was a crazy place, getting ready to close for the season, but was packed with people and the lunch wasn't bad. The local places there had great outdoor stoves for cooking their seafood - big wood-fueled ovens, each with it's own chimney stack, and huge cauldrons of water nested atop each of them kept constantly boiling. From Bar Harbor we headed over to Bangor, Maine, and found a nice little "Paul Bunyan" campsite still open for the night.

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