Part 2: Arrival in Bar Harbor, Bar Harbor Nightlife, Rain, Blackwoods Campground, Rain, and Rain.
Finally arrived in Bar Harbor, maybe a tad bit late to the Madara’s for our lobster dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Madara absolutely fascinated me from the start. They are just amazing. Their house is sick. I was in complete awe the whole time, walking around taking pics of things on their walls. The place was decorated with all the odds and ends you could ever imagine. It was just perfect. And this was all before I even walked outside. Mrs. Madara insisted we get outside so we could catch some of the horizon before the fog rolled in completely. It reminded me of San Francisco with the fog, but it was absolutely beautiful. At one point, Mrs. Madara actually blew into the air for us, trying so sweetly to push the fog back out to where it comes from. I love this woman.
We got to take a walk on her private beach to do some shell/sea glass searching, which is by far, one of my favorite things to do. I collect shells from everywhere I go, so I am glad I got to spend some time right away doing this.
Then it was dinner time. I don’t even know if I can describe this in words. Mrs. Madara put this monster of a lobster in front of me and I just looked at her. What the hell do I do with this thing? I don’t typically like lobster, but this was way different then the lobster we see. Mr. Madara gave me a quick lobster eating lesson and I was on my way. I was full in like two minutes because the fish was so incredibly rich. It was amazing. I tried to finish, but had to give up. I felt like I was on Man vs. Food or something. Mrs. Madara was just like, “oh just toss the remaining lobster into the trash” like it was nothing. My pops taught me to eat it all, or take it home. Can I get a doggie bag for this shit? No really, it was really hard for me to throw this fine piece of ass away. She insisted, so I did, thinking about how much that shit really cost.
Oh time for desert. I just couldn’t do it. How could it fit? We sat in the living room for a while and I just picked the Madara’s brains. “How can I get this life?” I continued to ask over and over. They just laughed at me politely and told me to just believe it would happen. I think I can, I believe, I believe, I think I can. Which is it? I wanna be on the fast track to this kind of tranquility. After leaving the Madara’s I was satisfied. I felt like I saw everything in Maine I ever needed to see. I would have been fine with driving back to Philly at this point. I was complete. I hope to spend some more time with the Madara’s in the future, because they are simply divine.
It was time for us to test out Bar Harbor’s night life. We soon found out, this pretty much is non-existent. Jevin, our hotel lobby dude, gave us some suggestions for places to go. I believe the list included, Anthony’s Sports Bar where we could find assholes, Something Something (I don’t remember) Pub where we can find old dudes, and Rupununi’s were we could find those with “alternative” lifestyles. “Alternative” lifestyles? I was in. What the hell did this mean? We asked Jevin what he was talking about and he tried to dodge our question. We asked him if he meant “alternative” as in gay, and he bashfully agreed we could say this. What the shit? Regardless, this is where we decided was our destination, because gay people are way cooler than most, and they like to dance.
We took a cab ride that cost us a flat $5 cause that’s how they do. We asked our cabbie for some more suggestions and she gave us her input. She seemed a little loopy. We asked her if she was drunk, and she laughed, and said, “oh no…I am pregnant.” How about, “Oh no, I am driving your asses to the bar.” That was not even considered. She was very kind and promised to pick us back up as soon as the bars closed. I liked her.
Unfortunately, we did not end up at Rupununi’s. We spotted an outside bar that looked crowded on our way and decided we would stop there first. Shit was something out of the twilight zone. A lady was humping a tree as we walked in to the left, the rest of the bar was made up of guys wearing American Eagle polos. We never left. It was hilarious. Got super super blacked out in like five minutes after taking like six double shots of Svedka. Jacs was on a mission. We played the ring game all night. I questioned where I can find one of these in Philly because I would be there every night if I could. We met a couple of really cool brothers who were camping in the same campground and we planned to hit them up the next day.
Went back to the hotel and trashed the place in less than 15 minutes. I have pretty much no recollection of this time period. I know it included a mess of cheez-its and pringles. I am not really sure if we ate any considering the whole box was found on the floor all smashed up. Needless to say it looked like a storm blew through our hotel room when we woke up. Ridiculous. We had to get on the road though very quickly and hope to score a campsite.
And then came rain. And more rain. And then some more. And then rain. Rain, Rain, Rain.
We pulled up to Blackwoods Campground to have our first interaction with Sup the NOT SO Super Trooper. What an asshole. He told us in his well-maintained monotone voice that we had to return at 12 pm to see if there were any sites. So we left for a bit, and ate of course, and returned around 11:30. Sat in the rain for awhile, then decided to maybe try and check in at like 11:58 am. Sup was not having this. He was pissed. “Oh you again…I told you 12 pm. Pull over and wait.” Dude tapped on his watch like 15 times to show us we were 2 min and 32 seconds early. What a dick. Clearly this is way too serious.
So at 11:59:34 Sup waved us in. I was tempted to tell him that it was not exactly 12pm but I figured it was best to score a site rather than to make a point. Sup says again, “Oh you again, fill out the paperwork.” Alright, douche we got it. Needless to say, we were in. Campsite 143. Word.
Now…I need to say this. I hate camping. I don’t even know how Allison got me to agree to camp, but she did. The only way I would have enjoyed set up is if I had nothing to do with it at all. It would be even better if there was a team consisting of Heath Ledger, James Dean, Javier Bardem, and Fabio Cannavaro putting together our camp. There was not. However, there was rain. Oh did, I mention rain, yeah cause that was there. I was miserable. I did as little as possible without crying. My back was of course killing me again and I just could not wait to jump in that wet tent. All miserableness aside, we did it, well Jac and Allison really get the cred, but it was done. Pops tarp was a hit. It definitely saved our tent from flooding.
We decided that we were gonna try and ignore the rain and go get some chowdah, because eating was the only thing remarkably fun to do in the rain. The chowdah was out of this world. But I will still in pain, and I could barely stand, so I was still annoyed. About an hour later the 15 Advil kicked in and I was ready to try and stay happy in the rain. We took the free bus, yes free and environmentally friendly, through the park loop to check out some spots in Acadia. But it was still raining. And raining. So it was only so much fun.
After the park loop we decided to get some sandwich stuff to make dinner at camp. Got back to camp and guess what? It was still raining. Awesome. There was like a break of like 5 min when it started to slightly rain so it was then we decided to try and attempt making fire. Robert the campground guru came on over to try and help us. Little did we know that he was the dad of the brothers we met the night before. He was pretty cool, he liked insulting our intelligence, but hey I was down with it, cause I basically suck at outdoors all together.
Anyways, our fire lasted like 30 min and we were definitely just sitting in the rain. Tent time…ate some sammies, chatted about life, read some books, and used all the batteries we had in just about everything that needed them. Pops hipster r-dio was the shit. Too bad I turned it on AM all night instead of off and ruined that set up for us. And then…it rained. Like serious rain, no joke, all night.
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