On Wednesday afternoon Anna arrived in Maine, and our group was complete!Right away we picked up take-out lobster rolls and dined on our back deck.
Last year, we went to Maine in October, when it was just barely warm enough to sit outside comfortably. This year we were grateful that it was the perfect temperature to spend hours out back reading and eating in the sun.
Cake #2 for dessert. On Thursday, we debated staying at home or taking a day trip. Though everyone likes reading at home and enjoying the views right out the window, a trip to Bar Harbor eventually won out. We picked up some coffee for the road and piled in. After a long, but scenic, drive we arrived in the more touristy Bar Harbor. We immediately brought down the median age by about 20 years; the whole area was filled with senior citizen Christian tour groups. Our first stop was to buy tickets for a lobster boat tour that afternoon.
Here Dad and Anna model their takes on the classic white shirt and jeans. Who wore it best? And here we tested out the Adirondack chairs. Not at comfy as Uncle Tom’s, but not bad. Then, because we hadn’t cracked open a lobster yet, Dad ordered one for lunch. We were hoping Dad would forget he was wearing the bib and wear it all day.
I think when it comes to lobster, everyone should play with their food.
After wandering into a few shops, we still had time before the tour so we headed up to the top of Cadillac Mountain, which is the highest point on the North Atlantic seaboard. We had a scary moment where Mary Beth tumbled off the side of the mountain, but with her superior upper body strength she grappled her way back up. There’s a tiny gift shop up there where we got boxed water and postcards … cause it didn’t really happen unless you have a postcard of it.
With a few minutes to spare until tour time, we explored a bit of the Bar Harbor coast. At 3:15 sharp we were ready to board the ship. Captain John and his crewman passed out binoculars and anti-sea sickness bracelets, and then we were off!
Captain John was an amazing tour guide. We listened to his entire running dialogue on lighthouses, lobsters, the lobster industry and quite a few jokes.
He made sure to find us some friendly seals (see their tiny heads popping up toward the right?). Endlessly thrilling for these Midwesterners. Here, Captain John pulls up our first lobster trap. He very thoroughly discussed the traps, the fishing rules and then the anatomy of a lobster.
Then he’d walk around so everyone got a nice close up. I asked if it was safe to hold the lobster without rubber bands around its claws … Apparently the rubber bands are there just so that the lobsters won’t eat each other in the tank. Eventually he tossed that fellow back in the sea and we headed back to harbor. We took some more forced family fun group shots before driving back to Stonington. We arrived home late and tired. By the time we got up again to go out for a quick dinner, all the restaurants in town had closed. Mom valiantly doctored up some leftover spaghetti with baked beans and cheese and dug up everything else we had.
While the whole meal was a bit sad, Mary Beth and Dad’s plate were the most depressing. This is probably the first time in history that Dad hasn’t said that one of Mom’s dinners is his favorite meal ever.
Dad wasn’t even trying to be funny when he put together this plate. And Mary Beth doesn’t like beans, so she was left with this trio: an egg, a pepper and a cracker. Needless to say, we enjoyed far better meals while in Maine, but this one was enjoyable in its own way because it was so ridiculous. Let’s end with one last shot of dad chipping away at his kale chips. The man had lobster just a few hours before, so we can’t feel too sorry for him after all.