Honeymoon Highway....: Bar Harbor

Today the sun is finally out in all its glory. We got a late start today but after some input from Jack on where to eat we set off to Bar Harbor. Now we had visited Bar Harbor last year. It is a beautiful town on the water near Acadia National Park and many wealthy homes. The wealthy from the Gilded Age came here to summer and sail on these waters. Even today, many still call Bar Harbor home during the summer. With all that said, Bar Harbor can be a very crowded, touristy town. At times, difficult to walk on the sidewalk at night due to so many people. I have this love/hate relationship with the town. I love the location, the stores, and many activities. Yet, I dislike the zoo type atmosphere of having to walk in the street or constant bunking into people on my walk. That being said, off we went.....

The ride is about an hour and a half from Castine. We took a route into and around the Northeast harbor and Seal Harbor the exclusive park of Bar Harbor. You know you reach a influential, wealthy part of the drive when all the road for about this two mile stretch was perfectly paved, not a pot hole, or cracked roadway in sight. We had many overlook vistas when you can view out into the water.

We made our way to the actual town, parked our car and decided to walk and window shop. Sarah stopped and a nice female clothes shop and picked out a wonderful skirt, shirt ensemble to go with her colorful lavender earrings for Barcelona night tomorrow evening. Strolling down Main Street we stopped at a few stores to just look. Finally, I said I was hungry and we needed to eat something or was going to go animal.

We walked to the Bar Harbor Inn on the water and it was a perfect setting and choice. We order some wonderful cocktails when all of a sudden someone comes over to Sarah and gives her a shout. I turn to see what noise this is disturbing my drinking when i see Sarah and her friend warmly embrace. It is her friend Debra who see was just with at the May conference in Alaska.
I know people always use the cliche "what a small world" but in truth it is always said because things like this happen. You make a friend on the other corner of the country and then find him/her again in the place you are on holiday. She was with her mother and we joined them for a fun filled afternoon of drinking, eating and excellent conversation. At 5:30 we said our goodbyes, headed back to our car for the drive back home. A drive that normally would have been ho hum instead had a warm glow from friends reconnecting and friendships made anew....