Wayne's generosity knows no bounds. After the lobster rolls incident of the previous night, he took us to breakfast the next morning. Seeing Colby College in the daylight, we were finally able to take in its true beauty. The people were friendly and everyone seemed to know Wayne; after all he is the class of '14 president.
We parted ways around 10am. Acadia National Park, off the Maine coast was our destination. After about a two hour drive, we arrived at Bar Harbor, a small tourist trap on the periphery of Acadia National. It was wonderful to see the ocean again, but annoying to be in a desperately touristy area. Still, with lobster starting at about eight dollars a pound, we figured "when in Maine." Lunch and dinner ended up being lobster and lobster, respectively.
Actually, our dinner was rather amazing for two reasons. First, while walking around some docks on the more local and authentic Bass Harbor on the southern side, we ran into a really rugged, gruff, and extremely classic bearded fishermen who explained to us (in an incredibly unique Maine accent) what he called the "free range farming" that is the driving force behind Maine's thriving lobster industry. This guy was really friendly and exactly what you might expect a New England fisherman (lobsterman, in this case) to be like (in a really great way). Second reason: while eating in the nearby shanty, we watched as an old man nearly choked to death before being heimlicked by another diner, a young, probably gay Asian man. Truly surreal and truly classic.
We ended our night by camping in the national park, near the rocky Atlantic coast, under a brilliant, starry Maine sky.
We parted ways around 10am. Acadia National Park, off the Maine coast was our destination. After about a two hour drive, we arrived at Bar Harbor, a small tourist trap on the periphery of Acadia National. It was wonderful to see the ocean again, but annoying to be in a desperately touristy area. Still, with lobster starting at about eight dollars a pound, we figured "when in Maine." Lunch and dinner ended up being lobster and lobster, respectively.
Actually, our dinner was rather amazing for two reasons. First, while walking around some docks on the more local and authentic Bass Harbor on the southern side, we ran into a really rugged, gruff, and extremely classic bearded fishermen who explained to us (in an incredibly unique Maine accent) what he called the "free range farming" that is the driving force behind Maine's thriving lobster industry. This guy was really friendly and exactly what you might expect a New England fisherman (lobsterman, in this case) to be like (in a really great way). Second reason: while eating in the nearby shanty, we watched as an old man nearly choked to death before being heimlicked by another diner, a young, probably gay Asian man. Truly surreal and truly classic.
We ended our night by camping in the national park, near the rocky Atlantic coast, under a brilliant, starry Maine sky.
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