Bar Harbor, ME

 


After leaving New Hampshire and entering Maine, lobster rolls came up on the menu for lunch.  A stop at a well-stocked grocery with a kitchen in the back gave us chance to choose from a list of lobster dishes.  Being a purist, I had the traditional lobster roll and it was scrumptious!!


When we arrived at the KOA at the northwestern tip of Mt. Desert Isle the tide was out but the views were magnificent. 



A gorgeous sunset soon followed.


The next day we began riding the carriage trails on the Bar Harbor side of Mt Desert Isle with a temp of around 50 degrees.


Jordan Pond and Eagle lake were two sights we rode by.


Here Randy and Beth check the map while the steps to Nirvana were just behind them.  😄


We arrived at Jordon Pond House at the eastern end of Jordon pond just in time for lunch.  Popovers and various Lobster dishes fortified us.

   


We continued riding the carriage trails and eventually rode into Bar Harbor.  At one intersection we struck up a conversation with a couple of bike riders from Georgia and the stories flowed for 15 minutes.



After riding 30 miles Randy and I decided we needed ice cream cones and Beth and Sandy got pastries.  We sauntered down to the park just above bay and enjoyed the sights.  A 3 masted schooner was just coming into port.



We pedaled back to our magic sled and drove to the top of Cadilac Mountain where the wind was blowing 44 deg air around.  Bar Harbor looked green and tiny compared to the islands and sea view.


Back at the campground, an eye-popping sunset wished us a good evening.

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