Friday, September 24, 2010
Monday September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sunday September 20,2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday September 18, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Thursday September 16, 2010 Bah Hahbah as seen from above
Today we decided to hike up the Great Meadows loop from Bar Harbor to the Wild Gardens of Acadia. Very nice little walk from town to the Gardens, but, alas, no pets allowed in the Gardens. So, we went up Kurt Deiderich’s Climb to find the most beautiful view of Frenchman’s Bay and really a nice hike – straight up granite steps. Better than lunges and boy will my butt be feeling it tomorrow. From there it was Schiff Path to Homans Path, back to Jessup Path and the Great Meadows loop back into Bar Harbor.
Had a moment of horror when Mavri seemed to be lame for about 5 minutes but that passed, thank god or my mother would have killed me as Mavri is her favorite granddog, even though we don't mention that to Aspri. Admired the boardwalk that someone built over the Jessup or Hemlock (not sure which one we were on) Path. Keeps you out of the swamp.
All in all, it was about 3.5 to 4 miles, nice walk, and beautiful views especially coming back down, all open vistas of the Bay. And the weather was GLORIOUS!!! Think it’s going to rain tonight into the morning, so we’ll snug down and cross-stitch, read, and, in my case, drink some nice Maine beer.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Walked the short but very pretty Wonderland Trail near Seawall, then it began to rain. Rode down to Bass Harbor Lighthouse, automated and still working. The keeper’s house is occupied by a Coast Guard Commander and his family. Would love to live in such a desolately gorgeous stark place. Rocks and sea. Who could ask for more?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
In my life, I've loved you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them, ....
Thanks, John Lennon.
I do still think often and with love of the people and places from an earlier time in my life, some with much more affection, and some with a good deal less, and perhaps I always will. But this post is for Marian, who most likely will never read it. You're the lyric in the title. It's all you, all the time.