Live From Bah Hah-bah (per the local parlance) with TB

Quote of the Day:

“As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.”     —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Maine Native, Pascagoula visitor

TB blogs to you today from this fine place, way up north to me, down east to the locals.


This is Frenchman’s Bay, as seen from the balcony of our room at the Bar Harbor Inn. You can look at a map and see that its so, but to actually visualize the region around Acadia National Park as an archipelago is startling. We have been here for three days of perfect weather, which I assume is not always the case. And in this perfect weather the seas are tranquil and a deep dark blue, traits I normally associate with climes far lower numerically in latitude. My mental impressions of Maine prior to arriving were of a rocky coast, which it is, but I was surprised to find lush green grass and densely diverse forests just above the shoreline rocks. I knew the culture was centered around the sea but I expected to see old salts with heavy seagoing gear more suitable for angry surf than placid bays filled with sailboats and tiny lobstering skiffs. Acadia National Park isn’t at all like I expected, yet still all it was advertised.

Finding my descriptive capabilities inadequate, I turn to a recap of our adventures in Maine through the first half of our northern sojourn.

Alighting in Manchester, New Hampshire, we drove up the spine of the Granite State, crossed the White Mountains on the adventuresomely named and legitimately scenic Kancamagus Highway, entered Maine and overnighted in Bethel, known in these parts “mainly” as a ski town. Our night here was uneventful, thankfully, because we learned from the hotel’s framed memorabilia just before retiring this:


You probably can’t read this so I’ll summarize. The bad news was the Inn was haunted. The good news was it was only one room. The other bad news was, it was our room.

The next day we began our trip across the center of Maine. We stopped at this landmark and took 12 pictures, for the record. Here is one.

"Most Photographed Covered Bridge in Maine"

"Most Photographed Covered Bridge in Maine"

Then we had a famous person sighting in, uh, some town in Maine. I was the only person in my gang that was impressed, but kudos to the boss for nailing the shot out of a moving vehicle at my urgent last second request.


And so here we are, two and a half days into our 3 at Acadia, leaving tomorrow for a day in Camden then three more in Portland before returning to our home planet. I leave with you one last snapshot, taken from the summit of Cadillac Mountain, that is probably destined for my office wall.


About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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3 Responses to Live From Bah Hah-bah (per the local parlance) with TB

  1. Harmony says:

    I admit, I did give a chucle at the other bad news. I would not have liked that at all. Sorry.

    Other then that..oh my these pictures are absolutely breathtaking. The last one from the summit literally had me holding my breath..I love the sail boats!

  2. bwbuzz says:

    I guess you could say that the covered bridge is a main attraction! sorry had to do it.

  3. Jessie Lou says:

    Fantastic pictures! Makes me jealous and wishing to travel at the same time. I would not have been intimidated by the other bad news – we’ve always had some ghost or another around my whole life, luckily none of them have been nasty or anything. Makes for an interesting story or two.

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