Day 10 - My brother from another mother

Whew! What an action filled day! I'm not saying I enjoyed it - just that it wore out my tail feathers. Me, I'd just float in the water all day.


Two of the more mature women here started the day out with a two hour massage up in Bah Habah, as it's known here. It is actually spelled (and pronounced by thems that ain't butchering the king's English) as Bar Harbor. Anyway, they "wanted to start out the vacation relaxed". They claim they enjoyed it very much - it was wicked good.


Around noon, once everybody got dressed, massaged, fed, etc. we made up some sandwiches and took a drive over to Acadia National Park. More specifically, we drove part of the "Loop Road" and took a ranger-led hike. On the map, check out "Otter Creek" in the lower right corner and you'll see where we were. I'm not sure why we had to walk for something like 36 hours, but I was sure tired. But even I have to admit, there was some pretty amazing scenery. Here are a few pics from that area:

Now, I can't speak for the others, but for me, I'd have to say that one of the highlights was seeing Smokey the Bear at the park.

Oh! And then, we saw some birds to whom I think I am related - what I like to call "my brother from another mother". This first ones, among all the buoys, are called black guillemot. They are related to puffins, which we all know as that goofy bird that advertises for Froot Loop cereal (yea, I know it's not). But, like me, these babies swim underwater for food. Maybe you can zoom in to see what they look like.

Now, I found this interesting. You see all that pink granite in the pictures above (btw, wouldn't that make just gorgeous counters!). Well, this stuff will break off in big, flat-sided pieces. After a long time being buffeted and rolled by the surf, some of it will be rounded off, as in this picture.

At the far end of our hike, we ended up at Otter Cove. It was kind of a pretty spot, too. Apparently some river otters will sometimes come down the river and use this area but it was originally named after a mink that lived here that was mistaken for an otter.

And then, guess who jumped in front of my camera while I was shooting! I think these people are stalking me! If you don't hear from me, please alert the authorities and show them this photo.

After that, we had some ice cream and dragged our tail feathers back to the house. Whew, weren't we some wicked tired. But we weren't done yet - no sirree. After a few showers we went out to Thurston's Lobster Pound. Hearing things like "That's the best lobster I've ever had", "Oh my goodness, I didn't think it would taste that good", "not the best cheeseburgers on the island", and "Oh, my word, what in tarnation is that smell!?", you might get a sense of what it was like and that the reviews were mixed. The seafood eaters were unanimous in their appreciation for the lobstah. Those of us on a more manly and sensible diet ate meat and weren't overly impressed. But worse even than a mediocre cheeseburger was the overwhelming smell of seafood. I overheard a plan being devised by him and the little one in the above picture to create a "man meat land enclosed by a huge dome and where there is always the smell of fresh-baked cookies and no seafood allowed". Oh, she had a cheeseburger, too. The fresh Maine blueberry pie was very good.


Finally, we retired to the house where he got his tail feathers plucked by everybody playing Boggle. I guess he did win the first round but it's embarrassing for ME to have to watch him get beat by little kids. People might think that stupid rubs off!