It’s well after 9 PM as I write this and Lost is on and I don’t know if you know this, but I am such a Lost dork. I had some work to do on some photos for school tonight and am only now getting to my post. I’ve decided to use some old stock photos from the summer of 2007 when my husband and I took a trip to Acadia National Park in Maine. We’ve been toying with the idea of heading back up there this summer, so I’ve been looking at pictures.
This is the view from the top of Cadillac Mountain. Bar Harbor is below and the Porcupine Islands are straight ahead. You can drive up to Cadillac Mountain, which is what we did this fine morning. And then we began our hike at the top.
Oh, look! It’s another photo of My Husband’s Back. I’ll have to put this in my imaginary album that’s full of photos of him walking ahead of me.
I loved the week we spent here. Every morning, we’d wake, have a quick breakfast, pack our backpacks and then take the car for the half hour drive to the park. And every day, we’d take a killer hike. I remember crying once, to myself, of course. Some of the trails are so difficult. And my knee was hurting. The trails take you up masses of rock, following cairns that led the way. Handrails made of iron were driven into boulders to aid in climbing them.
But I did it. And the views were spectacular. This was taken along the Ocean Path looking down onto Sand Beach.
I took all these photos with the only digital camera I had at the time: my old reliable Sony Cybershot. I needed something I could slip in a pocket and it was perfect for the job.
Another view from the Ocean Path. If you ever find yourself in Maine, a visit to Acadia is a must. And now I must get back to Lost. Daniel Farraday is back and all hell is breaking loose.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .