We lit out for the Down East area of Maine for a day of sightseeing via car. Down East is the eastern-most part of Maine, from Bar Harbor, east. We drive from home at A16, Seawall Campground, to the Schoodic Peninsula, a part of the Acadia National Park. We visit the visitor’s center, drive the 6 mile park loop, stop at the turn offs, take the pictures, ooh and aah, and then continue east towards Millbridge, ME.
The highlight was Corea, ME, a tiny lobster fishing village, with not a pleasure craft to be found in the marina. Clearly, a working town. We had lunch on the dock. Our travels around the US have convinced us that teenage girls pretty much run everything, and Corea was no exception: Corea Wharf Gallery & Grill was small, picturesque, apparently voted an excellent spot to eat by the readers of Down East magazine, and was run by four teenage girls who capably advertised the Grill on the side of the road, grilled up hot dogs, soy dogs, and hamburgers, made lobster rolls, scooped ice cream, made change, and delivered food to tables and cleaned up. We sat near two ladies from somewhere nearby who discussed “George and Barbara” (IE: Bush), and proclaimed the Corea lobster rolls fresh and light, not like some shacks in Kennebunkport that served it with mayo and butter. We did some more ear-hustling and moved on.
There isn’t… ummm… a lot to see in the Down East area. It’s lovely, for sure, but mostly people just live and work there. We head back to A16.
We return to Acadia in time to take another glorious hike: up the Beechcroft trail to the top of Mount Champlain. Wow! Clear day to see all the islands: Egg Rock with its lighthouse, all the porcupine islands (Bald, Long, Burnt, and Sheep), and Ironbound, and areas like Bar Harbor and the Schoodic Peninsula. The picture above doesn’t do it justice. The little iphone just can’t capture the vastness of it all.
It’s our last night in Acadia: tomorrow we take the coastal route towards Connecticut. There will be more tortillas and beans for dinner tonight, and Laura will take in another ranger talk about the local plants and animals. What an unexpected delight Acadia has been. We will miss our view out the van doors when we wake up—grass and aspens and birch trees and little Hattie’s grave—and the weather, the pink rock and casual vibe.
But we’ve got to keep movin’ on! Goodbye, Acadia!!