Once I got cut loose from the workshop I was attending, Karen and I hit the road. I fell in love with New England. It was green and lush and beautiful. Maine was amazing, as were their mosquitoes. I came home looking a bit like a mosquito smorgasbord.
We headed north first thing Saturday morning for Acadia National Park. The drive up the coast was delightful. I had a hard time imagining what sunsets on the east coast would be like and I could hardly wait to see the sunrise over the ocean.
We landed in Southwest Harbor our first night. We stopped at the Welcome Center and when we told them we didn’t have reservations on a Saturday night in Maine, they thought we were out of our minds.
We still found a place and went to Bass Harbor for the sunset.
We had to crawl out on the rocks to jockey for a place, clearly we weren’t the only ones. There were quite a few people that crawled out there with us and the mosquitoes must have been in feast heaven.
The motel we found was right on the harbor. I was completely enchanted by all of the boats that patiently waited out in the harbor for the sun to rise and their captains to return.
It felt so good to enjoy the sunrise in solitude. Karen enjoyed the sunrise from the mosquito less comforts of the car. Who knew the little buggers got up so early in the morning.
We did a few touristy things while we were there and one of them included a windjammer cruise on the Margaret Todd at sunset. Wow, it was beautiful and because the day had been overcast for the most part, I really had low expectations for any color. Apparently the captain had great connections because we really got a show that evening.
Just as a side note, there were probably about 200 people on the cruise and zero mosquitoes. Apparently the Maine mosquitoes are land lovers.
The people at the Welcome Center said I had to see sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain. I had pretty much unplugged while we were on vacation so I never did much research except for checking the time for sunrise. We set our alarms for 3:30 am, 12:30 am for our friends out here on the west coast and headed for the top of the mountain. The elevation was 1,532 feet, more like a hill, but it was beautiful. We arrived just as the first bands of color were showing and the parking lot was empty. I scoped out just the right place to plant my tripod in total darkness. One by one, other tripods began to join me. Fortunately, it was a tad windy and kind of cold, the mosquitoes chose to miss the sunrise.
Once it got a little lighter out, I turned around. I was shocked. I had no idea that this many people had gathered behind me and there were just as many to each side and in front.
My only regret is that I didn’t have my voice recorder on when the first peak of sun shown. Oohs and aahs could be heard in stereo surround sound over the entire mountain side.