If you haven't heard, we're exploring Eastern Canada for the summer. But when we looked at the most direct route to get from the Maritimes to Quebec, we noticed that Maine butts itself in the way, so we decided we'd check out Acadia National Park while we were in the neighborhood.
The long drive from St. John, New Brunswick to Mt. Desert Island, interrupted only by a quick and uneventful stop at the border, was topped off by a fabulous BBQ dinner.
I SAID WHO'S EXCITED?!?!?!
aFTER CALMING DOWN A BIT. I mean, after turning off caps lock, calming down a bit, and then catching a good night's sleep in a motel straight from 1967, we gave the kiddos a choice of various excursions, and they chose to kayak down a mellow creek walking distance from our place.
The whole experience was quite relaxing and gorgeous, except for the self-induced capsize incident (why yes, it was The Eldest! How did you know?). Luckily, the creek was super slow moving and only three feet deep. A little bit unluckily, the mud was super sticky and almost ate a shoe. But the viscous foe was swiftly defeated and we were soon on our way again. Another National Park to cross off the list awaited!
Our clamber around Jordan Pond reminded us of Lake Tahoe, though we were nearly at sea level.
The kiddos and I braved the hike up to Bubble Rock while Sarah hung out with the tadpoles.
We were rewarded afterwards with the famous popovers at the ol' tea house, along with some awesome scallops.
We ended the day with some late night mini-golf, after which the general consensus was that it had been just about the best day everyone could remember.
Our breakfast cafe the next morning had comics on the tables!
Our last evening in Maine was an exploration of the menu of a classic lobster pound. Lobster bisque, crab rolls, and mussels accompanied the main attraction.
Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor were as awesome as I had remembered. I was so glad to be able to experience them with my own family.