Though I'd packed it for the trip, I stupidly forgot to bring my mini tripod for our day at Acadia National Park. When we reached the top of Gorham Mountain, there weren't any other hikers to take our picture. So I found a knee-high rock, set the facial-recognition timer and stood next to Casey. Voila!
I've just been going through the motions with this blog the last few weeks. Been busy, what with the weather improving and the out-of-doors frequency increasing, and I merely would post a bunch of daily photos in a batch to get them up.
That's probably not going to change in the next 10 days. We begin a long-awaited and well-earned vacation on Friday, and though I'll have my laptop with me to upload photos each night, I'm not sure how much posting I'll do. Depends on the weather, the hotels' internet connection, my mood.
But I'm looking forward to getting back to Maine, back among the trees, the coastline, the lighthouses.
It'll be nice to get away.
Egg Rock Lighthouse sits at the entrance to Frenchman Bay on Mt. Desert Island in Maine. The sign posted along the lookout in Acadia National Park describes it best:
Since 1875, Egg Rock Lighthouse, perched on the craggy island before you, has helped guide vessels safely into Frenchman Bay. Among the hardships lighthouse keepers faced was fierce weather. Storm waves periodically swept over the low-lying island, washing away out-buildings, flooding the keeper's quarters, breaking windows and tearing away railings and walkways. In June of 1895, the fog signal sounded for 105 continuous hours.
The U.S. Coast Guard automated the light in 1976. Today its red beacon and mournful fog signal continue to warn vessels away from the dangerous ledges of Egg Rock.
[I considered this egg shot, too.]
Most of the western side of Jordan Pond is a delicate ecosystem, so boards have been laid for hikers. Casey and I stepped aside onto a rock at one point because three sullen teens were gaining on us -- one had her iPod blaring in order to keep out the annoying sounds of the calm forest -- and let them pass. Their parents soon followed, apologizing.
"I promised them ice cream at the end," their father said.
"We're following you, too!" I replied.
