A TRIP DOWN EAST
Hello dear bloggy friends! I hope you are well. It's another beautiful day here. It's been awhile since I last popped in to chat with you all. I thank you for your condolences regarding the death of my dear mother. So kind and heart warming of you to reach out to me at this difficult time and I do so appreciate it. I have been reading your lovely blogs and they add sunshine to my days. However, in some cases, I am experiencing the same old problem of being unable to post comments on your blogs. It’s frustrating but please know that I do read and enjoy your bloggy friendship.❤️
I am trying to work my way through the process of settling the estate. I sometimes wish I could speed it all up so I can head home to Pennsylvania, but in the meantime I am sorting and weeding out, tossing and cleaning through many years of life accumulation here at the homestead. My mother was a saver of everything, even if it was broken in some cases, and what to do with it all is now left up to me. I am taking my time and as the days pass the process becomes less arduous.
One day last week I had to do an errand in Blue Hill. It being a nice day, especially from the inside of my air conditioned vehicle, I decided to take a drive to see where it would take me. I ended up in the little seaside village called Winter Harbor and the Schoodic district of Acadia National Park. Looking across Frenchman's bay I could see the famous Cadillac Mountain that is a main feature when visiting Acadia on Mount Desert Island. This section of the Park is very small. There are hiking trails and a loop to drive around the Schoodic Point. Lots of granite and sea spray. Stormy days are impressive here! On the day I visited all was sunny and quiet. In fact the temps were in the low 90’s and hazy with the heat. First I walked around the tiny village of Winter Harbor, bought a bird feeder in one of the gift shops and tried to have some lunch but the one restaurant opened for business on that weekday was short on help with a long line of people waiting to be seated. So, I went on my way to Schoodic point before leaving to head back home. I arrived back 5 hours from the time I had left it, hungry and tired, but with far less of the anxiety I had been carrying. I enjoyed my little detour. I hope you like the photos I took.