Dawn found us in a light drizzle. Except it wasn’t drizzling. The fog and general
dampness was so thick that it was collecting on the leaves and dripping
producing an effect similar to a light rain. That said, it wasn’t anything that a bowl of
Corn Pops couldn’t fix.
Mid-morning had us in Bar Harbor securing tickets for our
whale watching trip. Good birds and
whales can be seen in the waters off of Bar Harbor. Knowing the day’s forecast called for more
fog, we opted for a watch the following day. That gave us the day to go
play.
Given the tides in region, taking a walk to Bar Island
was neat. High tide? Forget it. Low
tide? The causeway becomes clear and you can make the walk. You had better watch how you walk. A stumble onto a barnacle-covered rock on
you’ll bleed to death. Damn, those
things are sharp.
Trails paralleling historic roads were well worth the
mid-day hours. Clearly, however, the
best trail of the day, and perhaps the trip from a bird standpoint, was the
Ship Harbor trail. Less than a mile long, we found ourselves on the rocky shore
of the Atlantic Ocean. Northern Gannets,
Black Guillemots, and Common Eiders were
just some of the goodies along the way.
Mixed passerines were found as well. Nothing crazy, but fun. Black-throated Green Warblers were one that
comes to mind.
Dinner at camp was with an amazingly average home brew I
brought with us for the trip. Perhaps
more importantly, we had a campfire. No, not a fake iPhone campfire. A real one. I so rarely do those as I
generally see them as a pain in the ass.
But, Natalie wanted one and that’s good enough for me. I had to use
caution however, as my fire-building skills are extreme. Without care, the whole campground would burn
down….
While I had hoped for the opportunity to do some
shoreline photography at sunset, it didn’t happen. Too much fog.
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