Pt. 3 Maine and No Rain, Hartford, and Home

Woke up on Monday morning and the weather still did not look promising. They were calling for more rain but fortunately it ended up being just overcast in the morning. We decided, regardless we were going to hike, because that’s pretty much why we traveled to Maine. So we set out on the Ocean Drive Route which took us all the way from Sand Beach to Otter Cliff. The hike was pretty moderate overlooking the coast from the cliffs. We stopped along the way to have some brunch up on top of a cliff overlooking the Atlantic. It was simply breathtaking. I am so thankful to have shared this day with Jackie and Allison.





After our hike, we decided to eat, shocker I know. I knew that I had to get a lobster roll because Berk told me I had to. I was not too impressed. I probably would have been if the Madara’s did not serve me the most perfect lobster ever prepared in the history of preparation. Anyways, lobster rolls are what Bar Harbor is known for, and I ate one, in a restaurant where Obama ate one, so I made history. Yea okay.

After eating we did a little shopping in the town which was fun. It was such a little quaint neighborhood with all family run businesses, which I totally appreciate. It’s nice to see a town not overly populated by Wal-Mart’s and Acme’s. And I bought some jam, which is awesome.

We decided that for our last night we would do camping right. We loaded up on some firewood (wet still of course), salmon, asparagus, and couscous. Headed back to camp to get our fire started. Of course, the campground Pops was right there to insult us and help Al get the oxygen up in there. What the eff? I just sat back and watched. I did take part in axing, just because it made me feel all outdoorsy. Which obviously I am not.



Our dinner was fantastic. By far the best salmon I have ever eaten in my life. And really I am not joking. I cannot say anymore.

Jac and Al were the experts on smores. They knew how to cook those mallows right. Too bad I think they are disgusto. We had Johnny Blackwoods over for some beers and smokes. He was impressed by our awesomeness. And he brought an iPod dock which was by far much more enjoyable than the dead hipster r-dio.

I talked the girls into waking up at 4:45 am to go see the sunrise on Cadillac Mountain. Cadillac Mountain is the first place the sunrises in the United States each morning. Its elevation is somewhere above 1500 feet. I am more than happy that we did this. Even though it was way too early for any of us, it was by far the most enjoyable part of my trip. Too effin bad I didn’t have my camera.




We decided to take off right after watching the sunrise, and since I was the one who suggested getting up so damn early, I was nominated for the drive. I did not mind, as long as I had coffee.

Hartford was our next destination to stop for a quick lunch. I have nothing to say about it. It was just about as cool as Harrisburg.



Back in the car for the final ride home, and guess what? It started raining. Shit was following us. Regardless, we made it home safe. It was awesome lugging all my shit in my apartment in a complete downpour.




Then came Jose, blood, and tons of glass. Seriously, I do not know what his obsession with breaking glass is, it is pretty annoying, but I am glad he is okay.
Overall, roadtrip Philly to Maine, Maine to Philly was rad. Yep.

On to the next.

Love you girls.