first road breakfast.
Bean is open 24/7, so we went at midnight after landing in portland with our internal clocks still set to west coast time. i saw the trout pond.
the boats were beautiful.
when i look at this picture, i wish i could get back inside it. the honeymoon was the least stressed out i'd been in over a year.
it was all beautiful, all the time.
the one-handed ones "don't really" sell.
guy had plastic nudies on his dash.
harbor dogs! so good. this is where chris had his first Moxie soda of the trip.
and there it is.
our acadia campsite.
our tent, and the inflatable mattress that did not exactly fit inside. i understand that from this photo, you must think we're idiots not to have anticipated this. i have no answer.
chris made firebugs.
and some damn good fires.
exemplary
we are a million years away from wedding prep.
and, we are about to eat ribeye steaks.
it was a sweet campsite
i made some rice and sauteed carrots (yay, garlic salt! mom and dad, that's the spice unit you gave c. for christmas.)
vista from the loop road in acadia national park.
c. photobugs.
our hike started at a beach.
when we finished up, we got in there and floated on ocean swells. i stayed in until my lips were blue. i felt about nine years old.
the beginning of the hike had steps.
my husband.
flora.
dapple trail.
after the first major ascent.
maine - 56
we persevere. the hike wasn't too strenuous, but trickier footing than i guessed.
Great Head.
surfy.
maine - 65
chris poses. sorry about the backlighting. i wasn't paying attention.
white people!
they kiss!
the trail back.
he liked being in maine.
maine - 80
boatses.
i never got tired of looking at this.
not at all.
before we went on a ferry ride.
on which we saw a lighthouse.
and lots of lobster buoys.
LOTS.
and working boats.
this one is a mail boat. there were also big boats with flat beds that brought vehicles back and forth to and from the little islands.
lobstering on little cranberry.
little cranberry/ilesford. there's this dockside restaurant (good iced coffee in biodegradable clear cups), a gift and pottery shop, a church, a few isolated artists studios, and a general store/post office that didn't have any groceries in it.
chris poses; i am reflected.
i ask a nice man to photograph us.
bikes behind the dockside building.
old paneling.
little house on the shore.
brilliant buoys; burn barrel.
the P.O. we went inside to get a soda. they only had two kinds.
mail boxes! chris think photographing these may have been a federal crime.
even tiny-island dwellers need cheat codes for world of warcraft.
it was very cute. nice old dog hanging around outside.
i had never heard of ubuntu, but i was sorry to miss the pies.
he insists on photographing me.
old traps.
the ilesford shore.
wee boats.
this nini shared our boat ride. she was hilarious, gregarious and well behaved.
but did not care to wear that hoodie.
we just sort of kept checking them out.
another buoy.
it was really rocky.
because i really, really like boats.
my husband bought me this cap on our honeymoon.
in bar harbor, eating at a greasy pizza place chris remembers from his youth.
this place has only one purpose.
they cook them in those barrels.
lobster pound!
chris is gearing up.
our lobsters arrive. they really are that color.
and then, we ate them.
he is pleased.
i got arty with the carcasses.
eating them is a LOT of work.
in castine, at an old revolutionary war fort. chris used to do outdoor theatre here.
the fort.
i know.
this was our beach day. uh-oh. we drove to portland and bummed around in chris's old city instead.
because i like how the mist looks, but i didn't want to bring my pulpy novel and thermos of margaritas out there.
somewhere by the side of the road.
york beach, before we headed for massachusetts and points south.
buzz lightyears.
we did not bowl, but we did play skee-ball. i won.
right after i took this we bought a large amount of salt water taffy.
in the berkshires, toasting bailey's first marshmallow.
the marshmallow was eagerly anticipated.
here we go.
WOAH. the end!
