Down East

35 years ago today, my life changed. Everything I knew about myself and thought of myself was going to be challenged and ultimately changed. I would no longer be chained to feelings of low self-worth, shame, and guilt.

So, to celebrate the day Bruce, Michael, and I drove down to Acadia National Park. I have to say it was a bit disappointing due to tremendous crowds. The first time Bruce took me here in 1992, it was magical. Yet the landscape and the trees are still magnificent.

Lovely lily pads floated in a pond.

The smell of wild roses filled the air as bumble bees flew from flower to flower. I went to smell the rose close up but the bee beat me to it.

It was low tide and people were looking for treasures in the sand.

I’ve never noticed this bridge before, although we have driven this route many times.

I’ve been to Acadia in all four seasons. It’s enchanting in each and everyone.

We decided not to venture into Bar Harbor since the crowds were just too much. We headed over to Northwest Harbor for lunch.

I had a hamburger!

We walked around the town and found this cute bear guarding the store.

Northwest Harbor is whimsical and much smaller than Bar Harbor but quaint. We also drove down to the harbor to check out the boats.

We drove to Blue Hill where Bruce was born. The hospital was brand new and we couldn’t find the old hospital building. We stopped at a store going out of business. this was across the street from the Town Hall.

The American Legion was named after a Wescott which is Bruce’s maternal grandparents name.

I caught a glimpse of the sea from the town hall in Blue Hill.

I saw this barn with the background on our way back to Michael’s. I sure do love photographing the buildings in Maine.

It was a lovely day, the weather perfect and all was good in Maine!

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