After getting off the ferry in Bar Harbor, we drove to the campground in Acadia National Park.  We stayed for two nights to absorb some of the scenery and ambiance of the park and the town.  The next morning we were out for sunrise along the beach and then we drove to the top of Cadillac Mountain.  Its bald peak affords great views in all directions.  Hawks frequent its east side, the brochure said, but it was too windy this morning.  It was not too windy for the bicyclers that pedaled to the top.  They must have worn out their brake pads going down, though.
  

Wonderful coastal hiking trails provide great scenery.  You can take the free bus to a starting point and flag it down anywhere along its route--what convenience! 

The Acadia Wildflower Garden with Maine's various habitats carefully labeled was fun for me to walk through.  It's creation and maintenance have been a team project between the park, the volunteers, and garden clubs.  Benches are thoughtfully provided for those who have to wait while their wives spend more time reading the signs and oohing & ahhing.

Clear spring water, near the garden, supports a group of water bugs in the morning sun. The nearby Abbe museum looks more like a Florida building.   

Don't you just love the signs??  

We stopped to admire the views from the walkways and town parks.  It was low tide and beachcombers looked for sharks' teeth and other treasures brought in or uncovered by each tide.  People even drove their cars out onto the sandbar to the outer island called Bar Island.

Well it was time to call it a trip, but we stopped over Labor Day weekend in Maryland to spend more time with Dana, Christa and the grandkids.  We left early on Tuesday to avoid the rush hour on the Capital Beltway and boogied home.  We're not singing the blues, though, it was a great adventure.  

<< Before we left Maine we had to have a lobster dinner, so we dined al fresco with a view of the harbor.  When we returned to the campground, we decided to take a spin on our bikes and stopped to listen to this cool blues singer.   He was a student at Wesleyan College in CT.  He was playing the old Lead Belly & Red Bone songs--Dean joined in.  The kid seemed to appreciate it.  He said his contemporaries never heard these songs before.