Acadia National Park (Saturday, August 5th)
On Saturday, we ventured to Acadia National Park, but unfortunately, the weather was less than ideal; however, we did not let that spoil the adventure. Of all the National Parks, Acadia is the easiest to drive as Park Loop Road circumnavigates the enter park. The only branch road that we noticed was to the top of Cadillac Mountain which is said to be the first place the sunrise touches in the United States. Another interesting fact is that Cadillac Mountain is the highest peak (1,530 ft above sea level) on the eastern seaboard north of Rio de Janeiro. With the shitty weather, the only thing we could see from the top was fog. As we were driving down the mountain, we could literally see the mist rolling by.
One inconvenience of traveling with Lambeau is that most National Parks do not allow dogs on trails. Acadia is an exception as dogs are allowed on most hikes. We planned to do a few scenic trails, but our late start prevented us from parking The Beast (my nickname for our dually GMC Denali) at any of the trail heads...lesson learned. We drove into Bar Harbor for lunch and faced parking issues for Beast. Bar Harbor is a popular destination, especially on Saturday; there was also a cruise ship docked. We managed to find an organic grocery store with a deli and enjoyed a delicious container of egg salad and chicken salad. Despite all of our challenges today, we enjoyed the trip.
Coastal RV sites in the Acadia National Park area were roughly $70 per night. Since we budgeted for ~$40/night, we camped at Branch Lake Campground in Ellsworth, Maine. This park consisted of 90% seasonal guests and regular vacationers, and this has been my favorite place to date. During our stay, we took a ride on our inflatable paddle boards, and it was one of the most relaxing evenings we've ever had.
Our favorite part of traveling is meeting new people, and the folks here welcomed us with open arms. Every evening when we returned from exploring, we would walk around the campsite and chat with the regulars. Lambeau made friends with another goldendoodle named Violet, and an adorable Bichon mix. When we left on Sunday, our neighbors offered us a local delicacy called "wrinkles," and I reluctantly obliged. I had sampled escargot in France, and this was the American version- pickled snails. As you can imagine, it took five minutes to chew and some mental preparation to swallow. After my early snack, we headed to Brownsville, Maine. As we were leaving, everyone came out of their campers to wave goodbye to us. It reminded us of a scene in Big Fish which we watched a few days later.
One inconvenience of traveling with Lambeau is that most National Parks do not allow dogs on trails. Acadia is an exception as dogs are allowed on most hikes. We planned to do a few scenic trails, but our late start prevented us from parking The Beast (my nickname for our dually GMC Denali) at any of the trail heads...lesson learned. We drove into Bar Harbor for lunch and faced parking issues for Beast. Bar Harbor is a popular destination, especially on Saturday; there was also a cruise ship docked. We managed to find an organic grocery store with a deli and enjoyed a delicious container of egg salad and chicken salad. Despite all of our challenges today, we enjoyed the trip.
Coastal RV sites in the Acadia National Park area were roughly $70 per night. Since we budgeted for ~$40/night, we camped at Branch Lake Campground in Ellsworth, Maine. This park consisted of 90% seasonal guests and regular vacationers, and this has been my favorite place to date. During our stay, we took a ride on our inflatable paddle boards, and it was one of the most relaxing evenings we've ever had.
Our favorite part of traveling is meeting new people, and the folks here welcomed us with open arms. Every evening when we returned from exploring, we would walk around the campsite and chat with the regulars. Lambeau made friends with another goldendoodle named Violet, and an adorable Bichon mix. When we left on Sunday, our neighbors offered us a local delicacy called "wrinkles," and I reluctantly obliged. I had sampled escargot in France, and this was the American version- pickled snails. As you can imagine, it took five minutes to chew and some mental preparation to swallow. After my early snack, we headed to Brownsville, Maine. As we were leaving, everyone came out of their campers to wave goodbye to us. It reminded us of a scene in Big Fish which we watched a few days later.
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