We really did have a spectacular weekend. Maine weather in early summer can be, well, iffy at best. Somehow we managed to snag a couple of amazing days that seemed to cluster only in the immediate BH area, because as I heard from others, hometown and south were getting rained on. We started out on Friday morning and by 'we', I mean myself, Terry, the babe, and of course, the Dog.--by now I have this drive down pat. In my head, I plot certain points along the way that help make the 2.5-3 hours fly by.
Suffice to say, my Civic has a lot of nooks and crannies for storage. It never ceases to amaze me how much STUFF is required to bring along a baby. But, we managed, and in a couple short hours, were transformed into our favorite place. Of course, no drive up is complete without stopping at the Big Chicken Barn. What? Yeah, it's surreal. For the book and antique lover, it's 26,000 sq. feet of delight. It's also exactly two hours from home, so a good stopping point, and the sign that we are almost to our final destination. I always manage to find a few treasures from my ever-growing book list at this place.
|Gman waits patiently for our buzzer to sound that our table is ready|
|Trying the first popover bite|
|Yup, it's yummy.|
|Miss Gabby is anxiously awaiting her popover to cool|
|Jordan Pond and the Bubbles|
So after we inhaled our popovers (and a very expensive kiddie grilled cheese for the babe), we flaked out on the grass to let G crawl around a bit. After all, he had been cooped up in that car seat for along time. He wanted to be free! JPH over looks, obviously, Jordan Pond, and then beyond that, two of Acadia's lovely hikes, the Bubbles. It is breathtaking and serene, and the sight never gets old. Garrett quite enjoyed frolicking with daddy on the grass, and then realizing he had all this open space to explore, took off to see what he could find.
|I want your hat, Daddy.|
|And I'm off!|
After Jordan Pond, we took a walk around the nature trails, and then finally decided to check in to our hotel. But first, we had to drop off Gabs at where she was boarding. As difficult as it was to leave her, because we are so used to have her camping with us, we just couldn't have her stay with us. So we dropped her off, then headed to The Bluenose Inn. We had an amazing room that overlooked the Harbor and plenty of cushioned space for G to explore. We immediately changed into our suits and headed to the gorgeous indoor pool. Unfortunately, it was so cold! You'd think an indoor heated pool would be...well, heated. We lasted about half an hour...but watching G's chin quiver in shivers was too much to bear. That night, we headed into town and had an early dinner at our favorite pub, The Thirsty Whale. It was such a beautiful evening! Summer in Maine had arrived.
So in previous trips to Bar Harbor, T and I discovered the most amazing pizza place. Last summer, when we took G here for the first time, he was just a little baby and we really had to call it a night early one evening. So by 9pm, G was sleeping, and we were starving. We ordered a pizza from this place, Rosalie's. Oh. Em. Gee. It was the best pizza we had ever had. There's something just ridiculously good about it. The sauce has this tangy yet slightly sweet taste, and what I love most is that there is just the right amount...not too much, not too little. The crust is thin and a mixture of crispy on the outside but soft and chewy on the inside. Needless to say, we had it in our heads again, that we could not go the night without having this amazing pizza. T went to go get it, and there's just something about eating pizza in a hotel room, on a nice coffee table, with no plates, and just tasting the goodness that is a fresh, hot awesome pizza.
|Did they just get their food?|
|Did she jump in again??|
|What do I do with this?|
|Is this right?|
|What do these do?|
|Where are my toes??|
|Ooh a pail!|
|Dressed up for a night on the town.|
Then came Sunday. It was so chilly and rainy, it was as if Mother Nature knew we had to head home that day. We wasted no time in gathering up all our stuff (didn't we just unpack it all?), making sure there were no stray blocks under the bed, then packed the car and headed off to pick up the Gabs. Breakfast then was at another local favorite, Cafe This Way.
We slowly made our way off the Island. It's always bittersweet. We know we'll be back in a few weeks when Terry's sister is in town, but it's always hard to leave this magical spot. We decided to take Route 1 south after Belfast...driving through Camden and Rockland...G started to have a backseat meltdown around Camden. We need a diversion. That's where Reny's comes in handy. A quick stop there, perusing the wonders that is that store...and G was temporarily appeased. Daddy thought it would be cute to try out some sunglasses.
|I'm too busy for autographs.|
Unfortunately, somebody's mood did not improve, and it was determined that, despite having what we thought was a gigantic breakfast, lunch was what was needed. A quick stop at delicious Sarah's in Damariscotta and all was fine. Arriving home is also bittersweet. The unpacking is daunting. The laundry that piles up so quickly after being away. I always feel this rush to do it all at once because I know I won't feel like it later.
It was a fabulous weekend away. The weather cooperated. We had our two favorite traveling companions with us. And it once again reaffirmed that it doesn't take much for our little family to be content and happy. I can't wait to do it again soon.