The morning was cold (in the 30s) and windy, so sleeping in the camper vs. our tent was a much-appreciated luxury. Our day then kicked off with an even more unusual-but-awesome flow: we loaded our bikes and gear onto Brad’s pickup truck and he drove us to Belfast, the next town south along the Maine… Read more…

It’s finally time to end our stay on Mount Desert Island. The morning was chilly (45 degrees), but still dry. After a couple weeks on Nova Scotia with only one or two “good weather” days, this clear and sunny four-night end-of-September camping trip to visit Acadia was an unexpected gift. When we gave the National… Read more…

Day 4 We didn’t want to move yesterday’s cancelled bike ride to today, because we wanted to keep our cycling muscles fresh for tomorrow’s move onward. But I also didn’t want to put off seeing Acadia’s famed “carriage roads” until my fourth trip to the park, so today we would do a hike that started… Read more…

Day 3 A dream snuck up on Rett during the night, and when it forced her awake, grief over her lost mother came crushing down on her, and brought on waves of sobbing, in those moments when it allowed her to breathe at all. It took nearly two hours for it to relent and allow… Read more…

Day 2 One reason our campground is nice for us is that it’s a stop on one of the free Island Explorer bus routes that take you to various places around Acadia National Park. It lets us get places without being exhausted by riding our bikes over the extremely hilly roads, and more-importantly, it enables… Read more…