Friday 10.10.08
Bar Harbor Village
Today is our town day. The village of Bar Harbor is about 8 blocks of cutesy shops and restaurants with names like “Bark Harbor,” “Carmen Verandah,” and “Village Hemporium.” This is more up the alley of the Princess so she catches an early free bus into town for a couple hours of poking around before lunch while her partner kicks back with some computer stuff. This is now the best weather day of the trip so far with bright blue skies, gentle winds and about 60-degrees.
John catches the late morning bus and meets Mary at the village green to find a place for lunch. We decide it is warm enough for outside so we grab a sidewalk-side table at Rupununi where John has a very good crab and corn quesadilla and Mary has an interesting salmon pastrami sandwich. After lunch we take a hike along the harborside hiking path. There are two big cruise ships in port now and a bunch of lobstermen out checking their traps. The colored buoys of the lobster traps dot the entire coast, thousands of them, as far as the eye can see. Each of these folks might have hundreds of traps and they have to check them at least every other day so it is a big job.
After our hike we do the parts of the village that Mary missed this morning and pick up a couple of doo-dads. Tomorrow is going to be our park day so we hit the Acadia National Park visitors center on the village green. It is $20 for a week-long pass and there are no day passes. But, if one of us would happen to be at least 62 years of age we could buy a lifetime pass for $10 that is good for every national park and includes anyone we bring with us. There aren’t many, but there are a few advantages to advancing age. We sit in the village green for a while, then catch the bus back to our motel.
We get the car gassed up and visit the Cleftstone Manor, the first B&B we attempted to buy in 1989. It is now surrounded by huge, tasteless motels, and we are still very lucky. Our last stop is at the College of the Atlantic that sits on a beautiful piece of shoreline overlooking the harbor. It is very small and specializes in Marine Biology and other maritime pursuits. Very lucky kids here.
After a bit of a rest we bop back into the village for dinner. We made reservations tonight at Poor Boys Gourmet, which we have been told is very popular. We can see why. We both have the Lobster Feast which is a cup of chowder or bisque, a whole lobster, baked potato or pasta, choice of veggie and a brownie ala mode for $21.95. We also picked a close-out bottle of wine for $15. And, it is all good—WOW! Bah Habah is a great place for a lobstah.
Bar Harbor Village
Today is our town day. The village of Bar Harbor is about 8 blocks of cutesy shops and restaurants with names like “Bark Harbor,” “Carmen Verandah,” and “Village Hemporium.” This is more up the alley of the Princess so she catches an early free bus into town for a couple hours of poking around before lunch while her partner kicks back with some computer stuff. This is now the best weather day of the trip so far with bright blue skies, gentle winds and about 60-degrees.
John catches the late morning bus and meets Mary at the village green to find a place for lunch. We decide it is warm enough for outside so we grab a sidewalk-side table at Rupununi where John has a very good crab and corn quesadilla and Mary has an interesting salmon pastrami sandwich. After lunch we take a hike along the harborside hiking path. There are two big cruise ships in port now and a bunch of lobstermen out checking their traps. The colored buoys of the lobster traps dot the entire coast, thousands of them, as far as the eye can see. Each of these folks might have hundreds of traps and they have to check them at least every other day so it is a big job.
After our hike we do the parts of the village that Mary missed this morning and pick up a couple of doo-dads. Tomorrow is going to be our park day so we hit the Acadia National Park visitors center on the village green. It is $20 for a week-long pass and there are no day passes. But, if one of us would happen to be at least 62 years of age we could buy a lifetime pass for $10 that is good for every national park and includes anyone we bring with us. There aren’t many, but there are a few advantages to advancing age. We sit in the village green for a while, then catch the bus back to our motel.
We get the car gassed up and visit the Cleftstone Manor, the first B&B we attempted to buy in 1989. It is now surrounded by huge, tasteless motels, and we are still very lucky. Our last stop is at the College of the Atlantic that sits on a beautiful piece of shoreline overlooking the harbor. It is very small and specializes in Marine Biology and other maritime pursuits. Very lucky kids here.
After a bit of a rest we bop back into the village for dinner. We made reservations tonight at Poor Boys Gourmet, which we have been told is very popular. We can see why. We both have the Lobster Feast which is a cup of chowder or bisque, a whole lobster, baked potato or pasta, choice of veggie and a brownie ala mode for $21.95. We also picked a close-out bottle of wine for $15. And, it is all good—WOW! Bah Habah is a great place for a lobstah.
Another stroll around town and we can fall asleep watching the baseball game.
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