The first full day bee-u-tee-ful! The sun was out, it was warm, and we were ready to start the day. We had planned to do one side of the park the first day, the other side the second, and the other side of the island the third day. Well, we did most everything the first day. We took a hike up the North Bubble. It’s just a mountain with a silly name. It was a good hike though. Once again, I cursed most of the way up. It was pretty, I guess. We continued down to Jordan’s lake, walked around for a little bit and climbed back up to the parking lot. Again, me cursing on the way up. Although it was a teeny bit like scrambling as opposed to just hiking upwards, so it was more tolerable. We drove up Cadillac Mountain and saw the water and all the islands. And a lot of old people. Old, rich people. They were everywhere. And they were doing all the hikes too! I hate to admit it, but a couple of them were quite faster than both Erin and I.
The park was beautiful. Very unorganized, and not very well labeled (sorry, a tree trunk that has a name carved on it is not a good label for direction. Especially when different maps show different things and you can’t find anything anywhere), but nonetheless, beautiful. From the waters, to the cliffs, to the rocks and the mountains. A lot of the coast line looked like it was from a commercial. Maybe something for sea salt or something. Particularly along the cliffs, when the water came crashing against it and spewed everywhere. All you need is a whale somewhere off in the distance. We did see a sailboat and Rod Stewart’s song popped in my head. “Where the ocean meets the sky, I’ll be saaaaiiiling.” And it wouldn’t leave. It left, but only to be replaced by a really annoying song. As Pepe Le Pew would say, “Le sigh.”
Day two. It was rainy and gross. I wanted to get a couple of hikes in that day, but it wasn’t going to happen, even though we tried, multiple times. Even when it wasn’t raining, granite doesn’t have the best friction coefficient. Luckily, some of the stuff we wanted to do was touristy and inside. So we pretty much spent all day drinking samples. We went to two breweries and a winery. The winery did not make the wine from grapes that were growing right outside. Those were used for… I don’t know. It seemed like a waste. Being at a winery, it was only natural that I bought some cheese and chocolate and Erin bought some jam. The air cleared a bit and the sun peaked out for the late afternoon/evening. We went to a lighthouse. There was a team of Asians there with really big, spiffy cameras. They had set up camp were taking pictures like crazy. I had no idea what was going on. And they would get so mad if you got in front of them, like they owned the rock you were standing on. But the view was stunning. I love lighthouses. But a lighthouse with a gorgeous sunset in the background? Spectacular.
Honestly, I don’t remember much else of what happened or many of my thoughts. (I should write immediately! Or put some kind of recorder in my head that I can play back later.) I do remember the smell of our towels at the hotel: non-bleachy. Like they were washed in someone’s home. I loved it. I remember asking Erin if we had met today, if we’d still be friends. Something I often think of a lot of my other friends. I decided that we would’ve been anyway. It’s Erin! And I now know that I should turn left when Erin says to turn right. Sorry Erin. It doesn’t make me love you any less. If anything, I can relate. I remember most people on the east coast (also in NH & VT) seem to not bother with the letter “R”. It’s at the cohnah, if you go outside, you’ve gone too fah.” But they know it, and you can buy t-shirts and such that say things like “lobsta” and “bah ha-bah”. I remember thinking about east coast towns. There’s something about them. They’re very… quaint. They are old. The houses are old, and a lot of them haven’t been really… kept up. But there are a lot of them these towns, everywhere. And every town has at least two or three antique shops. I guess it’s the oldest part of the country, there’s where all the antiques are. We’ll see what the rest of the rest of the eastern states have to offer.
09/21/11
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