The first time my dad said we were going to Maine I was somewhat skeptical. I honestly didn’t think Maine had much to see. All I’ve heard was that Maine was famous for lobster, and I wasn’t much of a lobster lover. But I have to say, Maine was probably one of the best places I have ever traveled to and I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.
We decided to travel by RV to cut travel costs and to have the whole camping experience. I was also allowed to bring my friend along for the trip which proved to be a wise decision for she definitely made it more enjoyable, at least on the way up there. We live in Florida so it was quite the journey to drive all the way up to Maine. But once we got there, I realized just how beautiful Maine really was.
If Maine was to be located in the dictionary, the first word to appear underneath it would be rain. Rain seemed to be a daily occurrence and my family seemed to be drenched eighty percent of the time. This however did not stop our hikes on the numerous trails that dispersed across Acadia National Park. One of the most amazing and memorable hikes I have ever been on was the Beehive Ladder Trail. It was literally spread across the side of a mountain. On some areas it was necessary to use ladder rungs to get up on the next available ledge. It was one of those hikes that made you realize how close you could come to death with just a slip of your foot. Because of how seemingly dangerous the hike was, my friend and my two brothers decided to go a much smoother and simpler route to get back to where our cars were parked. They later realized that probably wasn’t the best choice. On the trail, we crossed vast stretches of slick rock caused by the rain which was a scary yet amazing experience I won’t forget. My friend and brothers were not so lucky in their choice to go on the seemingly safer trail. It was raining pretty heavily by the time we reached the end. The three of them arrived soaked from the rain and their tears. They related this story of how they were walking down the trail and it started pouring down rain. Soon, the trail became flooded and they came across this raging river with an enormous boulder that was in the center. It became apparent to them that they were supposed to cross this. It was scary but a woman helped them get back safely. My friend said she had fell and hurt herself, not severely but enough to make her extremely distraught when she came to me. I don’t think she will be joining one of our family excursions for quite a while.
Despite the treacherous hikes we endured, the many other sites we visited were well worth the rain. My favorite place we went to was the sand bar in Bar Harbor. It connected to an island and was only visible at certain times of the day. We walked across it at sunset and it was absolutely breath-taking. We also visited Bass harbor lighthouse at dusk, picked wild blueberries on Cadillac Mountain, viewed the beautiful mist that blanketed Jordan Pond, and even attended one of their famous lobster festivals. I guess in the end I decided my first impression was completely off, and I will say that eating lobster is definitely worth going to Maine for.
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