Saturday, August 21, 2010

Where I discovered my love for everything blueberry…

On Friday morning we headed to Bar Harbor, Maine. We stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast and at the risk of sounding like a total fat kid, they had THE. BEST. SCONES. EVER.  This is where my love of blueberries started. It was then later confirmed by the most amazing blueberry pie at a harbor side restaurant. So on our first night there we walked around, did some shopping, and just enjoyed the place.

188 I have a firm belief that everyone that visits Maine should be required to buy this hat.

While it was slightly panama-cityesk, minus the air brushed t-shirts, it was still really beautiful. Somehow we decided it would be a good idea to watch the sunrise from Cadillac mountain. So we woke up at 4am, piled into the car, and drove up a scary mountain road in the pitch dark.

264 but this is what we got to see…

So after returning to the B&B and promptly passing out for a few more hours of sleep, we drove through Acadia and down to Southeast Harbor.

336 Acadia

376 Freezing cold water at a “sea wall” (That's what the sign there said). This picture makes me laugh.

415 lobster pot buoys.

436 The Lobstermen docked here and unloaded their boats. I just love the picture of the crabs with their hats on.

422 Over-exposed, but another harbor side restaurant where we had some beers and some blueberry pie. my new fav.

We headed back to bar harbor, showered and headed out to dinner. We walked along the coast, and saw all of the old homes and settled on a cute little outdoor place to eat dinner.

454 one of the old homes. which is now a hotel, I think.

Bob and Sylvia left Sunday morning and Patrick and I wanted to go ride our bikes on the carriage roads in Acadia. One of the Rockefellers bought the land a long time ago and prohibited cars from driving on these roads. So there are tons of bikers and runners and occasionally a horse. We picked a 6 mile loop around a pond, which I would actually call a lake. About half-way around we saw a small sign for a hike, so we decided to do it.

490 This is what we found at the top of the hiking trail.

515 This was at the end of the trail. Some nice old man offered to take our picture.

508 Patrick being Patrick.

We are totally going back, Dan and Lindsey y’all up for a hike in Acadia?


So when the in-laws came to visit Patrick and I decided this would be a good time to learn how to cook lobster. I spent the day searching for a giant pot, the lobster shell cracker thingys and the best lobster in town. Surprisingly enough I bought the lobsters from a shack on the side of the road. In fact I made the check out to Chuck Underwood, who ever that may be, but I’m pretty sure he’s loaded. So one giant pot, 3 lobsters ( the funny thing is I don’t even like lobster) and a few screams later I had successfully made my first lobsters!


Monday, August 9, 2010

One of the reasons my dog pees under the bed...

We had some stick-on mustaches, so naturally I made the dog wear one.

Mt. Keno, because I cant remember the actual name

Mt. Keno
Scary fire tower, on top of a mountain
On top of the fire tower, i'm pretty sure thats Canada in the background

Its been a while since I have posted, mostly because I was hoping for my computer to get fixed by my want-to-be-nerd husband. I don't have a good track record with technology, in fact most things that I own seem to break. I still refuse to acknowledge that this is my fault. I believe that I just always get the "lemon". Anywho... This weekend I had to get the hell out of our apartment because I thought I was going crazy, so we took a day trip to Mount. Keno. I shall call it. This is not the correct name, but no one really cares about the name of it. It is a mountain in the middle of a ginormous lake. We had originally thought we would kayak ( in our inflatable boat) over to the mountain. After arriving I quickly shot down that idea. This "lake" is more like an ocean, giant waves and freezing cold. I just really didn't think it was a good idea to pack up a bunch of stuff, including ourselves and the dog and head out into the open water. Why do that when we can pay $1o/person and ride a nice enclosed boat, that you don't have to paddle yourself. So we got on the ferry and got dropped off on this mountain/island. Then we headed up to the top. For a while I thought I was going to die by either a. falling off the side or b. not being able to breathe. But, the dog was doing the trail ( with a little bribing and a few butt pushes up the rocks) so why couldn't I? We got to an opening and hung out for a while and It was really an incredible view, another .5 miles away was the summit of the mountain. I guess Patrick had told me about a fire tower at the top, but apparently I wasn't really listening. We walk up to a rickety old fire tower and I was supposed to climb to the top. Normally I'm not really scared of heights but this one got me. A rusty old fire tower on top of a mountain... sure, lets climb up to the top. It was a little scary but we got some pictures and headed on back down. After climbing back down, letting Abby go for a little swim, and ferrying back to the mainland we headed onto Greenville, Maine and got some dinner and a beer at a cute little restaurant over looking Moosehead lake. Here are some pictures from our adventure. Again, I cannot format bad.