Acadia and home

Winter Harbor

This will be my last post for this trip. We are safe in Acadia National Park at the Schoodic Woods campground where Ben and I stayed last year. Tomorrow we head out for Brattleboro, then Harrisburg, and then home on Wednesday. We are ready.

A walk in the woods

The nearest town to Schoodic Point is Winter Harbor. We checked into the campground, then dumped the trailer and headed into town for lunch and gas. Jessie had a crab cake BLT and I had a haddock burger--one last good coastal meal. Then we finished the camp set up and napped. We've taken Franklin on a long walk. We've thwarted the mosquitoes long enough to grill a simple supper and s'mores. Jessie has settled into
her classwork, I into my book.

Coastal Maine is as beautiful as anyplace we've been. Our friendly Appalachian Mountains fall right into the sea here. The water is an intense blue and the woods are thick and lush. The beaches are rock instead of sand and the blue harbors are full of lobster boats, the coastal waters full of the buoys that mark the lobster pots.

Our view at lunch

Last s'mores of the trip

We drove through Deblois, through the world's largest blueberry farm and past the labor camp that houses the migrant laborers who pick the blueberries. No shoulder to get a picture, but they are not the high bushes we have in North Carolina--rather they are a low growing plant and the places they grow are called blueberry barrens. The labor camp was empty and the huts looked neat and freshly painted, waiting for the harvesters, but an internet search says a declining market threatens the local industry.

So here are our last pictures. Our next adventure is to the pacific northwest in mid-August. I should have the door latch fixed by then...

Downtown Winter Harbor

Former Episcopal Church now the local library

Winter Harbor Restaurant