Acadia… More Sights and Wet Dogs

When I wake up I hear Jeff outside making a fire. Soon the smell and sound of bacon sizzling wafts into the RV. Next comes French toast, scrambled eggs and coffee. Soon we are sitting by the campfire and enjoying a hearty breakfast in the forest by the seashore. Today we decide to explore parts of Southwest Harbor by car and foot. First we take a side street to Clark Point where a passenger ferry travels to and from Cranberry Island. The Coast Guard is stationed here and a lobster pier along with serene and stately Inns.

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The next stop we opt for is Norwood Cove in honor of the city we once lived in in Cincinnati. It too is off a side street which leads to a tucked away trailhead to Flying Mountain and St. Sauveur Mountain. We get out to stretch our legs and exercise the dogs and discover we only have one plastic grocery bag to use to pick up after the dogs and of course Murph has a double poop walk! From here we travel further north to Echo Lake one of only 2 areas available for swimming. Four other ponds and 1 other lake provide public drinking water for island towns and swimming is prohibited. Luckily for us the dogs are welcome on Echo Lake since it is 2 days after September 15th, the cutoff date for barring dogs on the beach. Casey loves the water! Murph tries to drink it. Jeff and I wade like 2 little kids into the lukewarm basin.

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We head back to Seawall Campground and Camper Jeff grills potatoes in the cast iron skillet on the fire and burgers from yesterday on his newly purchased grill grate along with toasting some pretzel buns. Darkness descends and I drift into dreamland while Jeff cleans up and stargazes. I am still nursing my black fly bug bites. I have my best night’s sleep ever!

Acadia… A Long Walk By Myself

I finally get in a power walk! I start out in the campground until I find a service road and decide to follow it. The scenery is beautiful and I am the only person walking through the sunlight dappled forest.

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Eventually I meet up with 3 National Park Service employees and ask them where the road heads. I learn that after 45 minutes I will need to make a decision to turn either right or left on Highway 102. A little later I encounter a woman walking her dog. She lives in the area and assures me that there is no right or wrong decision as to which way to turn after I end up at the marsh since the roads loop together.

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I feel so alive and free and filled with gratitude. How lucky I am that this is my backyard! Yes, RV living requires more time and energy, planning, preparing, setting up and shutting down. The pace is slower. We always have the dogs to consider. But it is worth it!

When I reach the end of the wooded road I decide to turn left, retracing my way back to Seawall from the direction we left Seawall yesterday. I have no idea how far I have to walk and I don’t care. It is a beautiful sunny day with a cool breeze and I stop now and then to take pictures that catch my fancy; an apple tree, a quaint church, lobster traps, marshes, the ocean, a wooden miniature house in someone’s front yard.

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At each turn of the bend I keep thinking I will see signs for Seawall Campground. Eventually I pass the lighthouse, the 2 trailheads and the picnic are by the ocean we passed by yesterday.

Jeff is waiting for me to dump the black and grey tanks and refill the fresh water. After a refreshing shower we sit outside sipping brewskis, Shipyard Chamberlain Pale Ale, a session beer. That means it is smooth enough to enjoy one after another. I have two before switching to wine.

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Jeff ventures off to a hardware store we discovered on one of our driving routes to purchase a collapsible hose, an axe, a percolator and a chamois for wiping out the compartment storing the water tank. He comes back with a haircut too! Oh, did I forget to mention that the handle for the grey tank is stuck in a half-way open position? Of course!

Jeff then picks up a carryout at Charlotte’s Lobster Pound and we devour a lobster roll, fried haddock sandwich, coleslaw, French fries and corn on the cob.

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Later, Jeff roasts hot dogs over the fire, the little fire that just couldn’t quite catch properly. Darkness descends, bugs bite me and we head inside to read, relax and sleep.

Acadia… Settling In

Today we finally settle in and do laundry and grocery shopping. We pack the dogs in the car with our dirty clothes, laundry detergent and armed with 2 separate grocery lists. Jeff’s list is normal survival mode and mine is dinner ingredients for 3 make-ahead and freeze dishes.

The nearest laundromat, the Village Wash Tub, is connected to a bar. How clever! I run in and start 3 machines.

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While the wash cycles run, I accompany Jeff to the nearest grocery store to babysit the dogs in the car while he shops for the items on his list. He comes out loaded with green plastic grocery bags and we wonder how all of it is going to fit into the Scion IQ with the dogs in the back.

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Somehow it all gets packed in and Jeff drops me back off at the Village Wash Tub to dry our clothes.

Meanwhile he returns to Seawall Campground with the dogs to unload the groceries anywhere and everywhere. By the time Jeff, Murph and Casey return to the laundromat to pick me up I am almost finished folding dry clothes.

We all return to the campsite and then I venture out myself to return to the grocery store to buy all of the items on my list. The IGA has all of our items and I try my best to opt for healthy choices, but wow! This place is so expensive. Again, live and learn. Next time we will buy our food before settling into our campsite.

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Dinner is Cauliflower Kale Shepherd’s Pie. Jeff makes a fire in the campsite pit and we decide that we like S’mores without the chocolate layer. Did I forget to mention that I ate up all the chocolate while I de-stressed on our RV adventures? Once again we sleep comfortably with cool and fragrant pine breezes!

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On to Maine… Acadia National Park

Before we leave Flagg’s we meet two children, their father and their grandmother, Chris. Chris reminds me of my Aunt Mary and we become instant friends. She is another reason for us to go back to Flagg’s when we leave Acadia. I would love to hang out with her!

We drive north in Maine through Bangor then south towards Southwest Harbor, the closest city to our campsite in Seawall Campground in Acadia National Park. We pull into the campground to register our arrival and I purchase my Senior National Park Pass for only $10. Good things come with age! But I also discover that I should have purchased this sooner because we could have saved 50% on our campsite. Who knew? This is our learning curve to our RV adventures. We have no electricity here and campers are asked to run their generators sparingly between 8 AM and 7 PM. Potable water and a dump station is nearby as are spotless restrooms. No showers or laundry facilities though. It is comfortably cool and sleeping with the windows open in the park among the fragrant pine trees is heavenly!

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