I committed to return home to work a couple of days a month. I should be committed. It has taken ten days of travel and quarantine and three Covid tests to work two days. Needless to say, I won’t be working in January in the hope that travel restrictions may eventually ease again, they have to right?
Before heading home, we took a lovely hike in Acadia proper, around Jordan Pond and up the South Bubble. It included a at least a half mile or more of “board” walk. There was a lovely bridge around the inflow/outflow?
Beaver activity was evident.
There were some rocks to climb at the end, as there always are, and the views were spectacular.
We drove by the Thunder Hole, but the tide wasn’t quite right. We heard little burps instead but will return again two hours before the high tide. A low cave captures air and then releases it in a burst of sound when conditions are right.
This is one of the few working boats we have seen since we arrived in Maine.
There were some gnarly trees along the way.
We returned home to one of my better quiches. I don’t have power tools in the apartment in Maine so I made a pie crust by grating the butter. It was pretty crisp.
Then I hit the road for the eight hour journey home. The ride went by fast, as I drove through the White Mountains of NH and the Green Mountains of Central VT to arrive home to our mountains in the Adks.
To my shock and dismay, critters quickly moved in. When the cat’s away… This porcupine came lumbering out from under my front porch. I think he thought he was invisible by ducking his head on the other side of the tree he climbed.
He left plenty of sign: footprints all over the deck and some scat!
We had problems with mice in Eddie, our 2004 Ford Explorer, all fall. I had to replace Eddie’s battery this trip (in 8 below 0 temp) and checked the glove box where I had placed a dryer sheet, to dissuade the mice. A few droppings but…they had eaten the plysplit woven key holder I had left in the car. It was shredded and unwoven.
While I did my laundry, I looked for the handwoven bag that holds the clothes pins. I found it in the outside basement alcove, also eaten.
As I reflect on it, this must mean my textiles have good taste, or at least taste good. I cut away the shredded part of the bag and put it back in the alcove in case it comes in handy for a mouse house.
6 thoughts on “There and back”
I went around Jordan Pond. Where’s Lake Juniper? I’m glad we met up at the top of S. Bubble.
The porcupine’s name is Spike: so cuddly looking!
It’s been more than a week. How can I remember?
Sent from my iPhone
I love your writing. But then, I’m biased. Can’t wait for the book to come out.
Thank you for this wonderful tour and great photos of this area.
Yes – a book with the pictures would be excellent!
Curious what routes you took west? I was just talking with a friend from Maine about how hard it is for Methodists in the northern New England States to travel – the fastest ways seem to be south toward Boston and then north. Makes it hard for us to find an equitable location for our annual meetings.
Hi Sarah, I took the northern route, 95 S to 202 to 133 to 219, eventually on the Presidential Highway, 2, through the Whites to Montpelier. Many beautiful places along the way.
Sent from my iPhone