Our Grand Finale Here on the Northeast Coast

We had a week’s stop in Palmyra, ME, staying at the Palmyra Golf & RV Resort. It is kinda out in the middle of nowhere, about 20-30 minutes from Bangor. There’s not a lot of sightseeing to do from there, but we did manage to get over to Rockland and check out the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse. You have to walk along the breakwater for almost a mile to get to the lighthouse, but the scenery is enjoyable. Looking out on the water you can see the lobster trap buoys everywhere.


Our house at Palmyra Golf & RV Resort. It looks very unlevel in this photo, but I swear we were level!


Anybody up for a tee time?


Entertainment for the kiddies at the RV park.


The Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse.


It is a good almost mile walk down this breakwater to get to the lighthouse.


A couple of lobster traps…well, at least the buoys for them…


A closer view.


And the sun sets on our time at Palmyra Golf & RV Resort…

The week was a little rough. We had a couple days of run-down, not feeling too well, so we just chilled at the bus. We burned a couple of days doing chores, particularly bathed Whole Lotta Rosie (the bus), and washed/waxed the Jeep. A couple more days of shopping for groceries & supplies and it was time to head over to Bar Harbor.

Home in the Bar Harbor area was Timberland Acres RV Park, actually in the town of Ellsworth just north of Bar Harbor. There we met up with our fellow Texan friends Bud & Meredith Bradley. Our first order of business was LOBSTAH!!! They have what they call “lobster pounds” all over the place. We went into the Down East Lobster Pound and picked out dinner. What they will do here is you pick your live lobster from the tank (that is jammed full of the little critters, both Bud and I chose a couple of 2 1/2 pounders), they set it aside and you can give them a time you will return to pick them up. They will cook it up and have it hot & ready for you. We picked ours up and returned to the park, Q’ed up some corn, and had a little cole slaw to top the meal off. WOW!


Home, at Timberland Acres RV Park near Bar Harbor.


They have MASSIVELY long pull-through sites!


The clubhouse with arcade.


The pool and playground. The weather was not real cooperative to allow for proper pool use.


So many to choose from! Oh boy!


The blues are kinda rare. This guy was trying to be inconspicuous, at least as much as he could be in a tank where everybody else is normal brown/orangish. He was too small, anyways…


Bud was laughing at me. “That’s not how you’re supposed to eat them, Charlie!”

The next day we planned on driving the Schoodic Point Loop and visiting Bar Harbor. Before we left, I had an appointment with P.E. O’Halloran Mobile RV Repair to work on a small leak in my hydraulic system. The repairman arrived and got right to work. After showing him the area, he quickly found the culprit, a corroded tiny little O-ring. Swapped out a new one and bing-bam-boom we were on the road to Bar Harbor. The Schoodic Point Loop was a scenic drive and a bit busy, being this was Labor Day Weekend.


Some of the scenery along the Schoodic Point Loop.


The water here is crystal clear.


More along Schoodic Point Loop.


Oh, looky, another lighthouse! Here’s a long shot at what I think is the Winter Harbor Lighthouse (I’ve seen so many I lose track of names, but it looks like the one on the internet when you Google it).


A closer view, thanks to the advent of “zoom”…


The Three Amigos, aka: Jeanne, Meredith, and Bud taking a break while driving the Schoodic Point Loop.


OK, let’s make up our minds. Is it short sleeve weather, or jacket weather?!?


We watched this lobsterman tend his traps on the bay.


More scenery along Schoodic Point Loop.

We wandered into Bar Harbor and got lucky to find parking. Town was busy with the holiday weekend, but to add further numbers to the masses this is a regular port stop for cruise ships and there happened to be one currently anchored off shore. There were all manner of boats out on the bay. We saw a massive yacht that actually had it’s own personal sailboat stored on deck! We walked around downtown and ended our stay with chow at the Thirsty Whale.


Bar Harbor is a regular stop for cruise ships like the one in the background here. I thought Commodore Chuck would get a kick out of the sailboat in the forefront.


The downtown shopping area in Bar Harbor.


More of the downtown “flavor”. This being the alleyway entrance to the Route 66 Restaurant.


We saw this yacht down in the bay. Notice they have a personal sailboat strapped on the deck. What other toys might be on board, hmmmmmm?!?!

Acadia National Park has a scenic loop drive that leads to many overlooks, geographical features, and hiking trails. We fought the masses and took the loop, much of it in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Thunder Hole is a cool little slot in the rocks where, on a “good” day (meaning waves & wind) it earns it’s name. Our luck holding true (our luck = bad luck), we couldn’t have picked a calmer day on the ocean. So for us, Thunder Hole was not  feeling so thunderous. We lucked out when we got to the top of Cadillac Mountain and found parking (still bumper-to-bumper traffic), then packed our picnic lunches out to dine on the rocks and ogle the ocean panoramic views. Something went seriously wrong with our luck streak, we did manage to have a bit of good luck and the weather was beautiful for this day of sightseeing. And to top off the day we returned to camp for a feast of local steamers (clams). Mmmmmmm!


Views from the top of Cadillac Mountain are spectacular! At least they are on a clear day…


More from the Acadia Park Loop/Cadillac Mountain.


This shot picked up, who’d have guessed, another lighthouse. It is on the tiny little island in the lower, left corner.


Lunch time on Cadillac Mountain.


Thunder Hole is a popular tourist stop.


It was not feeling very “thunderous” when we were there.


Bud & I putting a dent in some steamers…

Cadillac Mountain boasts of having some magnificent sunrises, so we braved the alarm clock and went back at zero-dark-thirty on the Labor Day Sunday. Murphy laughed at us, yet again. Pea soup fog, frigid windy weather, and still bumper-to-bumper traffic to get up to the top was  our entertainment for the day. 0558 hrs. rolled around, the advertised official time of sunrise, and visibility was non-existent. We got to see dark gray morph into lighter gray, and we got to freeze our tails off for an extra added bonus! It was not until we drove down the mountain where we caught some mild rays under the fog ceiling. After a short catch-up nap we went shopping with Bud and Meredith at the L.L. Bean outlet, then just HAD to have a final lobster feast on our final night there.


Getting ready for the big show…sunrise at Cadillac Mountain. Brrrrrrrrrr!


Ta-Da! The sun rises at Cadillac Mountain. Sure glad we got up at 0300 hrs. for this…


It’s nice to have company when you are feeling stupid…


We did get to see some rays, under the fog ceiling.


Just missed by a half hour or so…




They have these hole-in-the-wall lobster pounds all over the place. This is the Down East Lobster Pound.


I still haven’t figured out how to eat this things! OK, that’s not true, I have no issues ingesting them…

We said our “Happy Trails” and hit the road. A big thank you to Bud and Meredith for the tour guidance-ship, a good time was had by all. With Irma possibly working her way to Florida and maybe north up the coast, our timing to head west seemed to be perfect. That’s all for now, until next post…

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1 Response to Our Grand Finale Here on the Northeast Coast

  1. Mom says:

    Great write up and the pictures outstanding. You had more fun eating Lobsters. Yummy yum.

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