A taste of Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert Is.

Written lying Northeast Harbor on Mt. Desert Island

Those of you who have been to Acadia already know what a treasure it is.  For those who have not I offer a tiny peek into the park.  It is not a large park compared to the big western parks, but our step-daughter Kara who takes every chance to camp in the western parks came away gushing about Acadia.

And for good reason.  Conservation and preservation have been done here extremely well, if I may say so.  You could spend a week here to take it all in properly.

CODA in Northeast Harbor from 300 feet up in Acadia without FOG.

We are presently in Northeast Harbor and for the third night.  We are in heavy fog today.  Fog is often romanticized as in the fog of war and the fog that follows a binge, but actually....fog sucks.  It is really does.  I don't see anything remotely attractive about fog.  It is wet, slows you down, makes for poor photogography and I could go on.  Fog Sucks.  And so does the generator fuel pump that I need to replace tomorrow.  It has two screws that are metric while the rest of the engine is imperial.  Go Figure and I have no metric wrenches on board.  It is Sunday.  The hardware store here is run by pentacostal numb-nuts and so they are closed.  No buying today heathens.

The Thuye Garden on the Curtis Trust grounds

Acadia can't be seen in fog.  It is not there even though we are maybe 300 yards from it.  So forget about Acadia in fog and plan accordingly.  

Northeast Harbor from 500 feet up in Acadia

We aren't sure where to go next.  Except out of the fog.  Whether or not it lifts tomorrow we are out of here with metric wrenches in hand.  Navigating in fog is somewhere between white-knuckle driving and flying in a cloud.  As long as the electronics work you are golden.  Milly and I have done some bad fog together.  It is very much a bonding experience.  Unlike wall papering, but that's another story.

A segment of the path from the Harbor to the Garden and Curtis Lodge

So for now, we are forlorn in the fog, but as ANNIE said "the sun will come out tomorrow....tomorrow will be another day.  I love that song.