In touch with my wilderness nature – Day 1

20 Sep

So after 2 hour delays, 1 hour in the runway, total of 4 hour car ride (3 in Maine, 1 in Florida) I’m back home from my trip to Bar Harbor, Maine.

The weekend was fabulous. Tom was right I had nothing to worry about, his family all 30+ of them (I stopped counting after I hit 10 people), were funny, gracious, cordial, and totally accepted me with open arms. I left with new friends in North Dakota, Minnesota, Maine, South Carolina & Florida. And Tom left with strict order to marry me or else he was an idiot.

The trip up to Maine was pretty easy, with a non-stop flight from Orlando to Portland, there was very little excitement. The catch? We had to rent a car and drive the 3 hours to the coast where Bar Harbor was located. We set off and about 40 minutes into the trip, we stopped to get a bit of dinner and ended up at Buck Naked BBQ and I’m confessing right now: I’m not a BBQ fan.. but the brisket and BBQ chicken in this place? Oh.MY.GOD! To die for… and this is coming from someone that has not had a piece of meat in over 2 years (which is another story all together).

With full bellies we trekked on and arrive at our destination at midnight. And we did the only thing to do, we pretty much fell on the bed… and bounced right back up! The hotel motel room his older sister had gotten us? Not the best of choices. Some of the highlights: Tom move on the trampoline bed? Monica bounced off. We would close the front door of the room, the bathroom window will pop open.

The next 3 days were full of activities… Saturday, we decided to join his New York side of the family and visited the Acadia National Park. The 27-mile Park Loop Road system offers outstanding views of the park’s ocean shoreline, coastal forests, and mountain silhouettes. First up we stopped at Sand Beach:

It was breathtaking. The noise from the waves crashing, agaist the beach edge and the rocks that protected this open beach on each side were incredible, they were too good to pass up:

We could not stop there and Tom decided that that we needed to utilized the weirness of nature, so we posed under the roots of a tree:

This was Tom’s favorite picture, mine was this one below:

Afterward we left to go to Thunder Hole to experience the thunder of the sea against the rocky shores of Maine! At first you wonder what the fuss is all about. But then when the waves kick up a few notches. Nature will reward you with a full display of wonder. Thunder Hole is a small inlet, naturally carved out of the rocks, where the waves roll into. At the end of this inlet, down low, is a small cavern where, when the rush of the wave arrives, air and water is forced out like a clap of distant thunder. Water may spout as high as 40 feet with a thunderous roar! Hence the name: Thunder Hole. And the pictures!

We climbed down as close as we could get to the water’s edge, it started pretty calm…