DAY EIGHTEEN
Because I chose to stay another night I wanted to make the most of the day. The skies were blue. The sun was hot and Bar Harbor was calling me back.
I was so fortunate to have found this campsite. I took a photo before leaving for town so you could see how nice it is.
On my way into town I passed this picture postcard scene at the side of the road. It reminded me of Monet's painting of a bridge that inspired me to name my island home, Chez Monet.
The town has metered parking everywhere so like most people you look for somewhere along a side street. ALL residential streets only have parking by permit with no instructions anywhere on how to get a permit. Eventually, I found a metered spot for a couple of hours, long enough to do a little exploration and grab a bite of lunch.
In Muskoka, the woodcarvers do bears. In Bar Harbor, they do lobsters holding ice cream cones.
As I wandered around town I was just snapping pictures of shops and restaurants that give you a sense of what this place is all about.
I was feeling a bit hungry and stopped at a popular place called Geddy's for some New England clam chowder and one of their local IPA draft beers.
I was so fortunate to have found this campsite. I took a photo before leaving for town so you could see how nice it is.
On my way into town I passed this picture postcard scene at the side of the road. It reminded me of Monet's painting of a bridge that inspired me to name my island home, Chez Monet.
The town has metered parking everywhere so like most people you look for somewhere along a side street. ALL residential streets only have parking by permit with no instructions anywhere on how to get a permit. Eventually, I found a metered spot for a couple of hours, long enough to do a little exploration and grab a bite of lunch.
In Muskoka, the woodcarvers do bears. In Bar Harbor, they do lobsters holding ice cream cones.
As I wandered around town I was just snapping pictures of shops and restaurants that give you a sense of what this place is all about.
I was feeling a bit hungry and stopped at a popular place called Geddy's for some New England clam chowder and one of their local IPA draft beers.
Before heading back to camp I drove down to Southwest Harbor, not too far down the road from Smuggler's Den just to see the less touristy section of the island. Oh yes, did you know that Bar Harbor is a town on an island? The island is called Mount Desert Island. Who would have known? Needless to say there's no desert and the highest point on the island is just under 1600 ft.
These two photos show one of the harbors where the working fishermen hang out. I spotted a nice seafood restaurant and decided I would return this evening for dinner and cocktails.
I was feeling pretty tired and decided to lie down for a while. I must have fallen asleep because it was 7:00 pm when I woke up. I drove into Southwest Harbor for a delicious seafood dinner.
I was back at camp by nine and thought it would be nice to have a campfire tonight. I love sitting around a fire with a glass of wine talking with friends. Unfortunately, it's just not the same when you're alone. I did it anyway. It's a time for reflection.
Very interesting! That’s the first time I’ve heard of how you named your little slice of heaven. Very apropos! Unlike Bar Harbours Mount Desert Island!
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It was a perfect day with a perfect ending. I may scrounge up some firewood and do it again tonight.
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