Posted on 06.23.14 in Family, Personal, summer adventures

Continuing south towards the sunshine state, we stopped in Louisville for a couple of days.  With plenty of things to do, we figured it would be an entertaining spot for the kiddos.  Mammoth Cave National Park is there so of course we had to visit it to check another National Park off our checklist.  It’s the world’s largest known cave system with more than 400 miles explored and counting.  New areas are being added every year as volunteers push further into the system.  It was a popular tourist destination in the early 1800′s, this was one of the many gates that welcomed visitors to various privately owned tour areas.

They liken the cave system to wet spaghetti noodles in a heap.  This is roughly what part of the underground system looks like.

They had a neat display about a photographer named Frances Benjamin.  She was one of the first to photograph the caves as flash lighting was a rather new (and potentially deadly) thing at the time.  After personally going into the cave and crawling through tight spots, venturing up and down the stairs (which were wooden ladders back then), and experiencing the sheer darkness of it (when our tour guide shut the lights off completely), I can’t even imagine what this lady went through.

Due to the sheer size of the caves, the park only offers guided tours.  We chose one that had a good mix of the better sites, along with lots of up and downs, but only two hours so the kiddos wouldn’t start pulling the ‘I’m bored’ or heaven forbid, ‘I have to potty’ lines.  When you enter, it’s down you go.  It’s pretty dark in there so I wasn’t able to go too crazy with photos.  Not to mention I had to keep my eye on the stairs and the rocks above my head.  Nothing worse than walking into a rock with a camera at your face in the dark.

Did I mention there was a lot of stairs?  Still going down on the left, image on the right is looking back up to where we just came from.

The tour guides were excellent and had great stories about the history of the caves and all the entrepreneurs who ran this place until the national park service took over.  Their stories even kept the kiddos interest  which earns them extra brownie points from me!  The history and size of these caves is pretty amazing.  We’ve visited the Carlsbad Caverns before so it was hard to not compare the two.  Carlsbad seemed to have many more crazy formations and rooms that were so giant I felt like we were inside an arena.  The stories of Mammoth and the vastness of it is pretty unique though.  When flipping through one of their history books, I noticed that a lot of their guides from the early years shared my maiden name.  I texted my dad to see if we have family history here and sure enough, we just might.  So that made it even more interesting.  Going to have to do some follow up research there.

The next day we continued with the baseball theme that seems to have emerged this trip.  Adaline played on a little league team this year and is playing softball in the fall, so she was all sorts of excited to hit the home of the Louisville Slugger.

They had an awesome museum full of history and current things alike.

Along with interactive displays, they also had a special exhibit dedicated to the Warner Brother’s Cartoons.  I didn’t realize that the studio was only open from 1930 to 1969 and that every short they produced was all done by hand and in a lengthy process at that.

This was called an exposure sheet.  It lists every scene in exact detail, frame by frame, down to every little detail.

They had batting cages so the girls tried their hand at that.

While you couldn’t take photos on the tour (boooooo), it was probably the most up-close tour we’ve ever been on.  They literally take you right onto the factory floor where there’s saw dust flying and workers within arms reach.  To make up for the no photos rule, the museum and displays throughout the factory are super well done.  The bat vault was pretty impressive.  In here are all the bat models they’ve made for all the top pros.

This special bat is on display.  It was Babe Ruth’s and you can see the notches he added for every home run he hit.  I think the guy said it’s valued at over a million dollars?

There’s also a giant wall with thousands of signatures of players who have had contracts with Louisville Slugger.  These names are kept on file and get burned into each of custom bat for that player.

We then headed to another spot that Louisville is famous for, Churchill Downs.

We got a short walking tour, said hi to a friendly horse.

We saw the field and the twin spires.  I learned a lot of things I didn’t know about the derby.  Things like a horse will only ever get one shot at it since the derby only lets three year olds run, and the derby has run continuously since 1875, 140 races to date.  Crazy considering all the things that have happened during that length of time.

We said hello to this year’s winner (well, his twin wax figure).

The girls tried their hand at horse racing.

And suited up in silks for weigh in and a trip to the starting line.

And of course we saw some pretty magnificent hats.

Sadly, the rest of our stops are just brief over nighters as we finish the drive home.  I feel like it’s gone way too fast and yet I feel like we’ve been on the road forever.  We’ve seen the beaches….

the mountains…

the beaches that have mountains.

We’ve had some amazing quality time together (cause when you’re around each other 24-7 in a 37 foot rv, you better make it quality or you’ll lose your mind).

We’ve made friends along the way.

We’ve covered more miles and states than I can recall at the moment (probably because my dear sweet husband does all the driving, sometimes with a dog on his lap.  He’s awesome like that).

They waited all year for summer to arrive so we could throw our hands up and embrace it.  And at the end, they can say the conquered it.

I’ve heard other parents reference the ‘sweet spot’ of parenthood.  It’s the years when things are suddenly easier.  Sure there’s new challenges with every stage of raising kids, but compared to the first few years of diapers, midnight feedings, temper tantrums, and feeling like you can’t take your eyes off of them for two seconds, let alone sit down, yeah, this stage is pretty good.  They’re fairly self sufficient, they get along most of the time (although they definitely have moments when they don’t, they seemed fewer this trip which I attribute to age), and most importantly, they still like being around us!  Alan sometimes remind me that we only have a few more years before the brain-snatching aliens (also known as the teenage years) arrive.  I’m in denial and want to freeze them in time when I think about it.  I look back at our first trip when they were 3 and 5 and think…were we nuts?!  Maybe, but I’m glad we did it anyway, and kept on doing it.  I hope these two keep up the sense of adventure and get out there and experience everything.  There’s so much to see and do and we’ve only scratched the surface.  My list of ‘must go’ places is pretty long and intense.  If I could, I just might sell everything we own and hit the road in this thing permanently.  For now, we’ll live it up whenever we get the chance and I’ll enjoy this sweet spot for as long as it lasts.

And as they say…….

Till next time.

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Posted on 06.22.14 in Family, Personal, summer adventures

Still on our route home, we were passing through Cleveland and decided to stop there for a day.  What in the world is in Cleveland you may ask?  Well, only the most awesome site of the best Christmas movie ever (along with Elf and Christmas Vacation, it’s a tough call for some).  Whenever they do 24 hours of a Christmas Story, we leave the tv on like some people would play Christmas music as background ambience.  Instead of hearing ‘walking in a winter wonderland’ we recite lines like ‘I triple dog dare you’ and of course, ‘you’ll shoot your eye out kid!’.

I was pretty impressed with how they have everything set up.  They have a neat little museum filled with all sorts of things from the movie and write ups with fun facts and photos from behind the scenes.  Did you know that it never actually snowed here when they were trying to film the outside house portions?  It was definitely cold enough, but the lake had fully frozen over and with no moisture in the air, no snow fell.  They faked it by having the fire department spray down the trees so icicles could form and they pumped foam into the neighborhood for the background to look white and filled the foreground with machine made snow.  I kind of love useless pieces of knowledge like that.

Cute toys that filled the window at Higbee’s (which was an actual store in Cleveland and the only department store that replied to the inquiry of letting the movie be shot in the store.  So out of 20 cities that they scouted, they ended up in Cleveland because of Higbee’s.  The building is still there but now it’s a casino, go figure

Everyone together….fa ra ra ra ra…. no! fa la la la la!

The actual house was even more awesome.  They completely rebuilt everything to look like the movie set.  Since the inside wasn’t used for much of the film and those scenes were shot on a sound stage, the owners had quite a bit of work to do.  The tour guide was full of all sorts of tid bits from how the house and museum came to be, to fun stories about things that happened during filming.  He was a walking trivia book of all things A Christmas Story.  I love that you can touch and interact with everything in the house.  Yay for places that not only allow photos but also let you play too!  The girls were pretty excited to act out their favorite scenes (or maybe I was….)

It’s time for Little Orphan Annie.

Make sure you drink your Ovaltine!

It’s Christmas!

Oh fuuuuuudddddddggge.

I promise, Daddy is not going to kill Ralphie.  Would a glass of milk make you feel better?

Show me how the little piggies eat!

It’s a major award!  (fun fact, when you see the box on the front porch, it says ‘this end up’.  After they shot that scene, they realized the box wouldn’t fit through the door so they had to cut it down some.  In doing so, the scenes inside the house show the box only saying ‘his end up’.)

That night, we lucked out and there was a home baseball game on the schedule.  Alan may have girls, but he sure is going to make sure they love his favorite game.  Without a home team of our own, it’s kind of fun to visit other teams and cheer them on.  So we snagged some tickets and off we went.

We found another little piece of home and also found out that it was Puppy Palooza night.  If we’d have known, Alivia just might have gotten to go to her first MLB game.

Before the game, all the pups did a parade around the field.  Randomly, Adaline happened to have her stuffed pup in her backpack so she was pretty excited about her timing with packing him.

We meet the nicest people where ever we go.  Sitting to my left was a sweet couple who made the night of these two when they scored them not only a souvenir ball that was thrown out but also a foul ball.  The kindness of strangers is pretty awesome.

The girls experienced the presidents when we saw the Nationals, now they got to high five the Hot Dogs.  Pretty sure the girl hot dog won the race, as it should be.

With only one inning left the game went into a rain delay.  Most of the stands cleared out and these two opted to get wet, go figure.  The Indians didn’t prevail this night but we had a great time cheering for them.  Cleveland may not be as picturesque as some of the places we’ve been this trip, but we had a pretty awesome day there.

 

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Posted on 06.21.14 in Family, Personal, summer adventures

Sometimes we end up places that we didn’t exactly plan for.  After leaving Canada we needed to start our route back home, and with a birthday coming up, we wanted to make sure we were able to land somewhere for a few days and not be driving on the birthday (even though she would have been a trooper about it, it’s happened in summers past).  After scouting the map some, we landed on Lake Placid New York.  There was a few sights in the area and the Adirondack Mountains are beautiful, so off we went.  Our first full day, we headed up to the Olympic Training Center.  With a little gymnast and a soon-to-be softball player, the girls are into sports and activities of every kind.  Seeing where some of the action has happened was exciting to them.  Lake Placid has hosted two Winter Olympics, 1932 & 1980.  From the Olympic Center you look out over the track that was used for the speed skating events.

Inside the center, they have everything open and you’re free to walk around and check things out.  There wasn’t many people there (still early in their tourist season) so it was fun to have the place to ourselves.  Beyond those doors is where the 1980 USA hockey gold win happened, better known as the miracle on ice.

I love that modern technology means that the girls can see just how exciting it was.  I’ve seen clips of it but I was a toddler when it happened so it was fun to watch the replay while standing where it happened.

The girls gave their fiercest hockey faces, which was kind of funny to watch considering they’ve never seen much hockey living in Florida.

They still do training here and ice skaters perform at various times throughout the year.  The girls found a warm up area and had fun pretending.

We wandered over to the 1932 ice rink where Sonja Henie won her gold medal.  The rink was open since there was no ice on it.  To these two that’s an open invitation to play some more.

There’s a small museum filled with all things Olympic.  They had some pretty impressive displays.  Medals all of kinds from various Olympics, a whole slew of torches, outfits worn in closing and opening ceremonies, skates and bobsleds throughout the years, and of course tons of things related to the hockey game.

Their favorite display was of the mascots through the years.

After that we traveled down the road a bit to the bobsled facility.  I’d read that you could take a ride on the bobsled run and it seemed like too fun of an opportunity to pass up.  The girls were all about it too.  Daddy, not so much, so he waited for us at the finish line.

I was just happy we wouldn’t be hurling ourselves down the run on something like this.

I didn’t bring the big camera for the ride since they said you need to be able to secure everything and hold on.  I did manage to get a shot with my phone before our brake guy pushed us off and hopped in.

It was probably the craziest and quickest ride of my life but hearing the girls screaming and giggling all the way down was totally worth it.  Ok, so I may have been screaming and giggling too.  It was fun!

We found an old school drive in theater that was showing a double feature.  Drive-ins are few and far between these days so of course we were all about taking the girls to this one.  I couldn’t believe that the four of us, plus the dog, got two see two current feature films for only $26!  They were showing Maleficent and How to Train Your Dragon 2.  If we’d seen them in the theater, they would have cost us about $113.  Insane.  Wish we had a drive in close to us.  I also adored that they showed their original intermission films complete with cute cartoons and all.  (taken with iphone so excuse the quality)

The next morning, we had a birthday on board.  I still remember our first rv trip where we celebrated her turning 6.  Suddenly she’s 10, sniff sniff.  We stick to tradition and sneak the decorations and presents on board and decorate when the girls are asleep.  The morning is spent with messy heads still in pjs, opening presents.

Her only birthday request this year was for a surfboard.  Since it’s a bit hard to sneak one of those into the rv, she got a drawing of one instead.  Her reaction was pretty awesome as she processed the little note.

After the morning festivities, we got dressed and told the girls we were headed off to do some sightseeing and then we’d be hitting the road and driving the rest of the day.  Except that was a lie, because we like to do things like that, because it’s fun.  For whatever reason we just can’t help ourselves.  One time when the girls were smaller, we told them they were running late for school and there was traffic so we’d have to take the long way around.  Instead we drove them to a Disney water park and played hooky.  You’d think they would catch on to our shenanigans after a while but instead we just try to get more clever with our ways.  They smiled so sweetly on the stairs when they were under the impression that we were off to see more rocks and mountains.  Their reaction to the actual destination was priceless though (shot on my iphone, as is everything else from this point on because I didn’t want to lug the camera around a theme park).

They rode every ride this place had, hands up the entire time.

Her obsession with unicorns reached new heights when she scored herself a fluffy unicorn, and Adaline was a mean bumper car driver.

We spent the day celebrating this girl and all the joy and sunshine she’s brought to us over the last ten years.

And we celebrated this guy too.  The birthday girl got to share her day with daddy since it was Father’s Day.  Some dads may have relaxed or gotten some peace and quiet that Sunday.  Not this guy.  He rode every roller coaster, upside down rides and even the water ride.  He didn’t complain when we criss crossed the park four times to hit certain rides again.  He played the carnival games and won them prizes.  Yeah, he’s a pretty awesome daddy.

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Posted on 06.18.14 in Family, Personal, summer adventures

After we left Maine we headed up the east coast even further and made it into Canada.  We wanted to see the place with the most extreme tidal range in the world.  It was definitely a change of pace from the places we’d been visiting that seemed to get busier by the day as the summer season was picking up.  Crossing the border, things got quieter and more spread out as we went.  There were times that we could drive for an hour without passing another car.  We drove through towns that you might miss if you closed your eyes for a minute.  The weather was amazing though, and the views, beyond words.  We stayed in the little town of St. Martins with a campsite that overlooked the water.  It was still early in their summer season so we practically had the whole place to ourselves.  Watching the tide of the bay roll in and out and having amazing views in every direction, it was heaven.  The day we went exploring we headed down the road a bit to ride the Fundy Trail.  We stopped at a little patio restaurant (to eat more seafood of course) and admired the caves that we could spot from our campsite down the road.  The girls took off to scour the rocky beach for treasures.

Here you can see the caves a bit better.  When the tide rolls out, you can walk right into them.

Along the Fundy Trail we took in the sites.  High cliffs and beaches down below.

Suspension bridges that the girls thought were super fun to rock back and forth and run along (their momma not so much, which made them do it even more).

We found waterfalls and crazy ladder step ways that merely laid against the cliffs (so you better hold on and watch where you’re going!)

We saw boats sitting in harbors, waiting for the tide to come back in so their owners could head back out to fish again.  And other boats sitting off-shore, waiting for the tide to come in so they could park and unload.  This part of the world truly lives by the rise and fall of the ocean.

 

We saw roadside places serving up the freshest lobster you can find (with funny names at that).

Eventually we worked our way up to the place I really wanted to see, the Hopewell Rocks.  They’re also called Flowerpot Rocks, because that’s kind of what they look like when the tide goes out.  We timed it so we’d be there at low tide and could really explore the rocks from the ocean floor.  So I don’t have a high tide photo, but the visitors center did and I figured I’d better get a photo of their photo so everyone could see the dramatic difference.  So when the tide is in, this is about what it looks like.

We followed the trail to where you can take a long stairway down to the rocks.  As you reach the stairway, you’re greeted with this sign.  Unlike walking the sand bar to Bar Island, where you’d merely get stuck on an island if you didn’t watch the tide….here, you’d be in big trouble.  Because up the sides is sheer rocks walls and caves.  So yeah, we were closely watching the time.

As you wind down the stairs you can see the view that Hopewell is known for.

There was so much more to it though.  Soaring rocks in every direction and around every corner, caves and freestanding formations.  Sights you can’t really see from above.

We were truly walking on the ocean floor, among the rocks and seaweed, and mud.

Did I mention the mud?  I was photobombed by a cute little thing who wanted to show me exactly how the mud stuck to her.

They sometimes forget that I might need help crossing the mud and slippery spots while wielding a camera.  ”It’s ok guys, y’all go ahead.  I’ll be back here pulling my shoes out of the mud.”

We made it back to the stairs before curfew and admired some of the rock stacks nearby.

And the girls of course had to contribute.  It’s always fun to see these when we travel so they love to add to them and build their own.

It’s hard to believe that within a few hours, these little rock stacks would be under 53 feet of water.

We spent our evenings walking along the bay of our campground, searching for treasures.  The rocky beach was beautiful.  I may have convinced these two to let me take some real photos of them….you know, something more than the backs of their heads.  They gave me about ten minutes before they just wanted to run and play, but I’ll happily take it.

Alan even managed to get a couple of shots of me and the girls.  Being the one who’s always holding the camera, I’m not in many photos.  And even though I don’t love being in photos, I realize there are far too few of me and the girls.  So I’m grateful when he takes them and even more grateful that he’s learned how to focus my camera.

And even though we got several pretty posed photos like the one above, I’m in love with ones like this where I accidentally made them laugh too hard by tickling them and we all fell over about two seconds later.

 

And when my time was up, I let them do their thing and promised not to torture them with my camera anymore.  But I lied, and took more photos anyway, because I’m the mom and I can.

They stacked rocks and searched for perfect skipping stones.

They climbed the mountain of beach rocks behind me where the rv was parked just beyond their cartwheels.

And ran down it.

They collected rocks of all colors, sizes, and shapes.  These two always seem to point out heart shapes in everything they see.

I sat and watched another beautiful sunset and waited for the tide to chase me up the hill.

They watched as their rock stack was taken back by the ocean.

I moved to higher ground, marveled at the changing sky, wondering when that little boat in the distance would have deep enough water to reach it’s dock.

If the darkness hadn’t run us off, I may have sat there all night.


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Posted on 06.16.14 in Family, Personal, summer adventures

When we first starting doing these trips, Adaline was 3 and Ansley was 5.  When we’d go site seeing or wandering through the national parks, Adaline was good for about a mile, depending on the terrain and altitude.  She and I would hang back and take our time so she could cover as much ground as she could on her own, while Ansley ran ahead with daddy and kept up with his ever fast pace (I’m about a foot shorter than him so I blame my slower pace on my shorty short legs).  I remember many hikes with her whining, tugging on my hand, slowing us both down, saying she just couldn’t go anymore, and yet she did.  I’d spend the better part of the hikes convincing her that if I could do it, she certainly could.  Eventually Adaline would hit a point where she couldn’t go anymore and she’d end up on Alan’s shoulders for the rest of the hike.  In just a few short years, she’s started to outpace us all .  Where I used to have a constant companion next to me, chatting a mile a minute (or whining for an entire mile), I now see the back of her as she runs ahead to join the other two and even pass them most of the time.  She hears the word hike and says ‘yes!’.  Never thought I’d see the day.  So when we got to Acadia National Park and we saw the word “hike” on every sign we passed, her little face lit up.  Our fist day there we drove around a bit to get the lay of the land.  We came across the hike to bubble rock and off we went.

When we got to the top, the view was breathtaking.

We found our way to Bubble Rock which is a giant boulder that appears to sit precariously on the side of the mountain.  It was placed there when glaciers passed through this part of the world and shaped the mountains.  Of course they tried to push it off like every other tourist has but were unsuccessful.  Mother nature is funny like that.

Then they did what they do at every other photo op.  This gave me even more of a heart attack than the jump on the jetties.

Or maybe this site did.  I wish you could see the giant fall off to the right.  Eeek.

After our hike we found our way down to Bar Harbor.  Such a cute little town with dozens of boats sitting quietly in every direction.

The downtown area was filled with restaurants serving fresh seafood and all sorts of little shops, not to mention some great grassy areas for kids to run and play.

The next day we wandered our way through Acadia.  We saw so many amazing sights but given that this post is already going to have about a million photos, I’ll try not to go too crazy.  I’m afraid my photos won’t do it justice anyway.

We stopped at Thunder Hole where the ocean has carved a giant crevice into the rock and a cave underneath it.  When the tides are just right and the waves roll in, it makes a loud thundering noise and water shoots out.

The water was somewhat calm that day but we did hear a few good thunder sounds.

There were all sorts of hikes that lead down to the rocky shoreline.  We climbed and explored what we could.  The girls were sometimes braver than us.

The tide was out so the rocks were filled with pools and remnants of whatever the high tide leaves behind.  We watched the barnacles open and close, saw about a million snails, some crabs, and other little things that live in the sea.

We rode up to Otter Point to see even higher rock cliffs and cautiously walk along them.  This is where I can say the photos truly do no justice for just how high and impressive these cliffs are.

We sat at the edge of the earth and watched other people throw themselves over the side.  Just beyond Adaline, the rock goes straight down about 110 feet.

We headed up to the top of Cadillac Mountain which is the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard.  These two did what they always do.

At the end of the day, these two earned their junior ranger badges at the park office.  It’s something they’ve started doing at every park we hit.  I’m hoping that one day we can say that we’ve visited all of the national parks.  Several are in some far reaching places so who knows if we’ll be able to do it, but trying will sure be fun.

The next day we viewed Acadia from the water.  I’d wanted to see whales but after reading horror stories of seasickness in the online reviews, I opted for the safer, calmer nature cruise.

We passed by more giant cliffs and caves, and headed towards Egg Rock Lighthouse.

As we got closer, you could start to see all sorts of dots on the shore.

I didn’t have a zoom lens on me so it’s probably hard to see, but there were seals all over the place.  Mommas and babies just hanging out, sunning themselves as others popped in and out of the water.

I took about a million photos, every direction had the most amazing views.

When we got back on dry land, we wandered over to the site that Bar Harbor is named for.  (Are you sensing a theme in their photos yet? Hey, whatever it takes to get them looking happy while I make them take photos everywhere we go!)

The island in the distance here is Bar Island.  The sand you see in front, is usually underwater.  About two hours on either side of low tide, a sand bar (hence the name Bar Island) emerges and you can walk all the way out to the island.  You can even drive if you want, but luckily most people opt for the walk.  Once over, it’s a mostly empty island but you can take a hike to the top of it.  You have to pay attention to the tides though.  I’d read all the warnings that it comes in fast, and if you get stuck on the island when it does, the rangers may or may not come and get you.  If they do, they might not be happy about it.  Worst case scenario, you’re hanging out on the island for six hours until the tide goes out again, and that next timeframe may be in the middle of the night.

The sand was filled with barnacle covered rocks, snails, bits and pieces of crabs.

The rocks were perfect for skipping on the calm surface of the water that was rolling back in.

We were only about mid-way through exploring when of course the littlest in our bunch needed a potty break.  Ansley still wanted to make the crossing so daddy took Adaline and off we went.  As she and I were headed that way, we could literally see the tide rolling in.  If we were going to make it, we were going to have run, and run we did.  She hit the shore long enough for me to get a victory shot.

And proof that we both made it (which is totally out of focus because I was in a hurry and holding my camera with one hand but I don’t even care).

And back we went to the mainland where we ended up having to wade through the ocean since it was already claiming the sand bar as it’s own again.  We took off our shoes and walked barefoot back to the car, laughing at ourselves and our frantic, ‘must make it’ pace.

We traveled around the coastline a bit to hit one of the busier fishing harbors.  There were lobster traps piled up on every square inch of flat space.

I wish I’d gotten a photo of the open waters where the lobster buoys look like a giant obstacle course as they bob up and down and the boats have to duck in between them.  The ocean looks like a minefield with hundreds of them out there.  I loved how colorful they all were, each has certain markings to match it’s lobster boat owner.

Alan and I ate lobster every day we were there.

The girls did not, although Ansley at least tried it.  This is what they think of lobster.

Eating dinner outside with this view, yeah, I miss it.

Our last night in Acadia I convinced  Alan and the girls to go up to the top of Cadillac Mountain to see the sunset.  I’m sure that was totally on their ‘I’ve always wanted to do…’ list.  Ok, probably not but they are kind enough to humor me.  Sometimes we’re at these amazing places and while they want to run off and explore, I’m saying, ‘wait, can we take it in for a minute?!’  And so we did, for many minutes actually.  I may have bribed them with saying we could take the dog.

 

While we waited, they practiced making miniature rock stacks.

Slowly but surely, the show started.  It occurred to me how long it seemed to take before the pretty colors appeared.   Yet, as a photographer who finds herself shooting at sunset a lot, I swear when I’m shooting and that sun is going down, it happens in like five seconds.

And then mother nature showed her beauty in more ways than a photo could ever convey.

And we kissed the sun goodnight.

Just like that, it was gone.

We have a running list of places we’ve gone that we want to come back to and spend more time at.  Acadia and Bar Harbor are definitely on that list.

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