Southwest Harbor - Mt Desert Island - Acadia National Park - Maine
We left the RV park with clear, sunny skies overhead. . .just a beautiful 79*. . .
with the idea of replicating a couple of hikes another couple of RV Bloggers
but as we got closer to the coast. . .we began to SEE the SEA mist drifting across the road,
and the temps began to quickly drop. . .uh oh. . .hmmm. . .probably not gonna see too much. . .
oh well. . .it will still be good exercise. . .so we continued on. . .
now Sherry had said in her post that they wondered where the
Wonderland was on the Wonderland Trail. . .and I must say. . .
for about the first fifteen minutes. . .I was wondering with her. . .
but then the trail finally opens up onto this beautiful rocky shoreline. . .
we were there at low tide, and you could walk a long, long way on this rock shelf. . .
this was my very first experience at ever seeing a tidal pool. . .
where we are from on the Gulf Coast. . .there are no tidal pools that I know of. . .
the sand just sucks everything in until the next high tide. . .
I loved that I could see all the little mollusks, and the crabs scurrying around. . .
in this tide pool you could really see the little snail looking mollusks moving around on the seaweed. . .
and then when we walked back up to the path area, there were just all these little empty mollusk shells. . .
which with all the pounding surf will soon be ground into sandy pebbles. . .and the cycle of life goes on.
we then headed over to the Ship’s Harbor Trail. . .but as you can imagine,
with all the fog was just a nice walk with the sound of the ocean nearby.
We still enjoyed it very much. . .it was intriguing to hear the different sounds
of the fog horns out on the water. . .some sounded like a car horn. . .
some like a train horn. . .one sounded like those obnoxious air horn
thingys that folks always bring to graduations. . .
we will definitely return on a prettier day. . .and during high tide, so I can enjoy the surf. . .
I love the magical sound of the waves pounding against the rocks. . .
‘til next time,
Janice and Dave