D and I have discovered lobster rolls. That tempting crustacean delight served on New England’s version of a hotdog bun. And while not cheap, (why is it that the closer you get to the source of sea food, the higher the price) these little babies are a slice of heaven on earth. It is also a way to enjoy lobster without the heady cost of a dinner and the messiness of tackling a whole lobster. I think we have ordered one for lunch every day this week. (I’ll worry about the food budget next week.)
One of our mid-day stops was the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound. Trenton Bridge came highly recommended by some Mainers we know on Marco. The chief claim to fame is the cooking process. Trenton Bridge boils all of their seafood in large vats of sea water, outside, on wood fired ovens. And even though these weren’t our favorite lobster rolls, it was one of our more colorful culinary stops.
From here we eased on over the bridge to Mt. Dessert Island, the home of Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park. After four weeks in Maine I believe I have run out of adjectives to describe the beauty that abounds in this state. Acadia proved to be no different.
We traveled the park’s loop road drinking in the miles of rocky shoreline edged with evergreen forest. There was a stop at Thunder Hole, where when the tide is low, incoming waves bounce off the back of a small cave in the rocks creating a booming sound not unlike the roar of thunder.
We moved on, making our way to the summit of Cadillac Mountain, the park’s crown jewel. The brochures indicate that Acadia is the home to the only mountain range (if 3 mountains constitute a range) at sea level in the eastern U.S. Henna and I would never consider challenging that claim.
The changing colors of the landscape indicate fall is creeping ever closer in the northeast. It’s unfortunate that my camera and I will be soaking in the Florida sunshine when the annual autumn display is at its peak.