Words that start with Schoo - Vacation Part 5

Our camp ground at Lamoine State Park wasn't much but they did have a nice beach that we took advantage of with a nice walk in the morning. After that we headed on to the Schoodic Peninsula. This is part of Acadia National Park but is about an hour from the main part on Mt Desert Island. The Peninsula was much quieter. We took advice from a ranger to go there during low tide when you can walk to Moose Island and do some tide pooling. This was a lot of fun and I could have spent all day doing it. I found an anemone and a starfish! As well as thousands of snails and crabs!

We left in a bit of a hurry to head back to Bar Harbor, the town on Mount Desert Island. This was because we had made reservations on the historic 4 mast Schooner!

This is a picture of the Schooner we took a ride on. I took this the day before right when we arrived in Acadia!

 The boat ride was beautiful  We were able to cruse around a small Island without an engine running. What ended up being super cool was seeing a pod of porpoise feeding off the starboard side of the boat. I'm pretty sure the kayakers just thought we thought they were super freaking cool.

The small black dot below the kayaks is a porpoise surfacing!

After we got off the schooner and fought our way out of crazy busy Bar Harbor we headed to the quiet side of Mount Desert Island. The west side of the Island is far less traveled and touristy than the east side. On our way we stopped at the Atlantic Brewing Company and had a beer tasting and ate some amazing BBQ before continuing on. Again we took a rangers advice and climbed Beech Mountain up to the fire tower. It was a great hike with some beautiful achievements in trail workmanship. We were in a bit of a rush since sunset was approaching quickly. The view was worth it and we lingered here longer than we probably should have. It was pretty dark by time we found the parking lot again.

View from the top of Beech Mountain 

Pulling out of the parking lot we waved goodbye to beautiful Acadia and promised we would visit again. We began what turned out to be a very long and foggy drive north to Cobscook State Park. We pulled into the campground well after ten pm. There was no one to be found. No directions for the campground other than a list of how many bushels of clams you were aloud to take from the water. We drove in following signs. There was no one. Anywhere. Dan got out to look at a campsite. He disappeared for ten minutes. The campsite was set 100 yards off the road in a very wooded pine grove. We finally passed a site that was on the road. Still no people. I then told Dan that we were going to drive around the campground till we found people. If there were no people we weren't staying. Well eventually we found people and went back to the site on the road that we had found earlier. We set up camp and crawled exhausted into the tent. As I laid there, in the giant pine forest I noticed that there was not a sound in the park. No rustling leaves. No wind. No crickets. No engines. No people. I whispered to Dan, "There is no noise in this campground. It is creepy." On cue a nearby owl goes WHO-who-who. Dan replies, "There's an owl." I think this is by far his favorite part of the vacation.