Acadia NP: Schoodic Point

6/30/14 Monday in Bar Harbor, ME (Mt. Desert Narrows Camping Resort-RCG)

I got a shock this morning, an email telling me our auto insurance has been canceled for non payment. It lapsed on 6/28. That reminded me of a couple close calls we had the day we went up Cadillac mountain (6/28). First a taxi driver didn’t stop at her sign and would have hit us had John not stopped so fast when he realized she wasn’t stopping. Later we came upon a deer crossing the road right in front of us. That wasn’t so bad because he had time to slow way down. So fun to watch too. Back to the topic: lapsed car/RV insurance. So I got on the phone to pay up and find out why we didn’t get a reminder. Well, apparently they HAD sent me an email reminder in May. That’s possible. I could have thought it was an advertisement or that John got a copy (he pays the bills). Or I forgot to let him know about the email. Oops. Good news, we’re now reinstated and paid up. Whew! I also have a reminder on my phone for next year.

John watched his morning TV shows while I worked on the blog, then did some light housekeeping. Then we took off for Schoodic Point, about an hour away because it’s at the end of a peninsula that juts out alongside Mount Desert Island, Acadia’s only wedge of the mainland). It’s known for the high splashing waves due to nothing interrupting the ocean before striking this shore. Before we arrived at the point, we explored a couple turn outs on our way there. The little white house is Winter Harbor Light on Mark Island. Behind it is Mount Desert Island and Cadillac Mountain.

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Just before we reached the Point, we turned off at the Schoodic Education and Research Center. The fun part was seeing the Rockefeller House, built by the same architect who built the carriage Gate Houses on Mt. Desert Island, in Acadia. As part of a deal brokered by John D Rockefeller Jr, the National Park Service built this structure in 1935 to house Navy Personnel and top secret radio operations (across the Atlantic in WWII). In exchange the Navy moved its base from Mount Desert Island to make way for the expansion of Acadia’s Ocean Drive. The first photo is of John D Rockefeller with his son Winthrop.

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Here is also where we learned that there needs to be a high tide (we were there a couple hours before high tide) and high winds/storm. Dang. No wind so we didn’t really get the high waves we were hoping for. The volunteer noted that it could be dangerous when a storm was there, tossing rocks onto the road and people have died. They’ve closed the road. So it goes. Here are photos of the best wave action I could manage. There were some splendid huge waves but they were infrequent and sporadic so there was no way I could catch them without video taping for an hour. We enjoyed our picnic lunch in the car while waiting for it to get closer to high tide.

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Notice the pink granite interlaced with black diabase dikes.

Well that was plenty of sun and cool breezes so we headed for home, hoping to arrive before our “late afternoon” appointment with Randy to diagnose our rear camera situation. Just a short stop at WalMart on our way, for bread and the like.

It was pretty hot at home so I took a nap as John watched his TV shows. When I woke up he was busy with supper. After our delicious fried pork and corn on the cob we realized Randy wasn’t coming, nor did he call. Oh well, we still are scheduled at Camping World for that repair.

Our treat for the evening was to watch some “Breaking Bad” episodes.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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