No trip to Maine is complete without a visit to Acadia National Park and a lobster boat tour. So that is exactly what we did, and it was marvelous.
I know it looks like we’re always leading the boys off into dangerous situations—up volcanos, over cliffs into treacherous water—but I assure you they were quite safe.
Next we stumbled upon the infamous mini stonehenge of Maine. We took in the views on Cadillac Mountain, which is the highest point on the North Atlantic seaboard. Not too shabby. In Bar Harbor we stopped for treats. Dad smiling like a lobster.
The next morning we walked into town and had breakfast at a restaurant where my Uncle, the doctor for this small town, used to see patients. To be clear, he didn’t examine patients at restaurants, his office was later converted into this charming breakfast spot.
We stopped in a bookshop on the way home to check out all the Maine classics. Above, Mike checks out the boats in our backyard. We then did some humanitarian work and deposited this crab, whose legs had been plucked out by a bird, back into the sea. Supposedly lobsters can re-grow a missing claw within a years, so perhaps, there’s hope for this guy too.
Here is the trusty boat that took us on our lobster tour. Being out on the water is the best way to see Maine.
They caught a lobster! OK, I cannot be misleading. Mike did not in fact pull this fellow straight out of the sea, rubberbanned and all. Our lobsterman tour guide did all the dirty work. This lighthouse of Stonington was once run by a single woman, who never ran into any trouble with the sailors, but always kept a loaded pistol on hand. Stonington from the boat.