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Greetings from ME (Maine, that is). Promising copious opportunities to
shop in quant little villages, Scott persuades Julia to travel Northward
to the coast of Maine. Sit back and enjoy a tale of a fateful trip.
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Our second day out, we hopped aboard a tiny ship, and journeyed through
the fog past lighthouses and lobsterman to Monhegan island. It was an hour
and a half boat ride each way to this remote island, so round trip it was
about a three hour tour. A three hour tour. |
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The weather started getting rough (foggy), but that didn't stop us from
enjoying this wonderful island. Monhegan is kind of an artist colony
nestled amongst Maine's highest cliffs. |
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The 75 permanent residents of the island are artists, fisherman, and
shopkeepers. 4/5 of the island is preserved in it's natural state, with a
series of trails that run along the cliffs and through the woods... |
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... wild flowers, seemingly tame butterflies, and art
everywhere you look. |
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From Monhegan we continued north. Freeport, Boothbay, Wicassett, Rockland,
Rockport, Camden... |
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The end of the
week landed us in Acadia National Park. With over a hundred hiking trails,
we found no shortage of amazing views of the mountains, lakes, and sea of
Acadia. |
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The trails were rough in spots, Scott had to clear away some big rocks in
places. |
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But it was worth it, even when the fog rolled in again.
To the right is Herbie our tour guide and eater of extra lunch food. |
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This is the beehive. Those white dots are people. On the far right is the
view from the "trail" (aka ladder). |
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