Bass Harbor, ME

Since space was limited at the Bar Harbor KOA, we moved further down Mt. Desert Isle to the Bass Harbor Campground.  The campground was within walking distance of the Bass Harbor Lighthouse, so we visited it and got the required pictures.  Many people had the same idea, but we all coexisted on the rocks below without falling in and staying out of other's camera shots.

We then continued our walk to the actual Bass Harbor and enjoyed lobster and chowders dishes at the Seafood Ketch.  The restaurant is very near the dock area where Sue and I and another couple chartered sailboats on two different trips where we sailed among the islands off the coast of Maine.


Ryan, the young owner of the Seafood Ketch, worked in the restaurant with his parents and grandparents as a boy and gradually became the top chef and owner.


We had to have a blueberry pie and ice cream as a dessert.  Others had the Baked Maine Indian Pudding, a delicious cornmeal and molasses-based pudding that has been a staple since early in Maine.  We just arrived back at the campground when the predicted rain started.  It rained the rest of the day, so we pulled out the cards and dazzled each other with our luck at the draw!  😀 


It rained all afternoon and night, but the next morn, we had about a 4-hour reprieve before the rain was to return, so we hiked Bass Harbor trails not far from the campground.  Fiddleheads were everywhere, but the animal life seemed to be dormant except for seagulls and cormorants.  A few birds sang their songs but stayed invisible among the trees.








Lots of locals and visitors took advantage of the rain window to come out hike the shore.  The breeze and almost 50-degree temp kept us moving.  We arrived back at camp when the rain commenced again for the rest of the day and into the night.

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