This morning we got coffee and pastries at a local bake shop downtown, then we headed to Acadia National Park. We have travelled together to many national parks but here the workers were the most unfriendly, rude people weve ever encountered. It seemed they were very put out when we asked a question or needed help. It did not start out as a good experience.
We drove through the park and got to visit several sites but we werent permitted to drive up Cadillac mountain because we didnt have a reservation. We would have liked to see the view from atop the mountain.
We did hike the short distance to Jordans Pond and took some great pictures. The water is so clear you can see the rocks on the bottom. We met an older couple who were going to canoe around the pond. As we struck up a conversation, we asked where they were from. Ohio the man said. Delaware. He added. We said we were neighbors from West Virginia. He asked if we knew if a little place called Fly, Ohio. Then he said Well, really Sistersville, WV. Theres a ferry Ive crossed from Fly to Sistersville.
We took the short hike to Jordan Pond House and Restaurant. It was fairly busy but did offer a nice view of Jordan Pond and The Bubbles. The Bubbles are twin mountain peaks you see from Jordan Pond. Its a popular hiking spot.
We also drove by the carriage house, where they offer horse rides through the park. Along the way the drive was beautiful. There were stone fences and a beautiful stone bridge. In spite of the rudeness of the workers, we enjoyed our drive through Acadia National Park.
We headed toward our destination for the night, St. John, New Brunswick, Canada. This was a drive where we saw nothing for miles and miles. Wed see an occasional house, but no businesses, mailboxes, or many vehicles. We did stop at a small town just before we crossed the border called Calais. We gassed up and ate at McDonalds! At McDonalds we met a gentleman who had been a truck driver and had lived in Calais for nearly 30 years. We love the conversations we have with locals!!
easy and wasnt backed up at all. Our drive to St John became foggy and wet. While the rain and fog wasnt heavy, it was just enough to be annoying to the driver, Terry. There were a few moments where the rain and fog were heavy enough to hinder our vision, but we never had to pull off the road.
St. John was an interesting city. We had reservations at Chipman Hill Suites, a group of historic house rescued by an entrepreneur/preservationist and turned into suites that were a home away from home for guests of the city. Our particular house was a Victorian dating from 1871 and was formerly the home of the mayor. I tried to get a picture of room. It was an awesome place to stay.
That evening we ate dinner at Billys Seafood, which was an easy walk through a small city park. We had to walk fast going back as the rain down pretty good!
It was windy and chilly so we called it a night! Both Karen and I had laundry to do, so that took the rest of our evening.
