Happy third anniversary to the love of my life, my wife Jen.

I love you sweetie and I would do it all again, and again, and again.

I haven’t watched this.  I’m just saving it for later.

Here is the third and (probably) final picture bomb from the Bar Harbor weekend get away.  We are still in Acadia National Park, but now we are working our way along the coast to Thunder Hole.

This is about a half a mile down the road from Thunder Hole.  We stopped here, wondering where in the holy hell was Thunder Hole.

Crashing waves?  In the Atlantic?  No way!

The obligatory bird-flying-over-the-ocean pic.

At last we come to Thunder Hole!  Unfortunately, Thunder Hole only sounds like thunder when the tide is in.  We were about four hours early for that.  It’s still a cool little sight though.

When the tide is in, the water goes crashing into this little gap in the rocks and it is supposed to produce some serious noise.  We were lucky to hear one hearty crash, and I think I have that on video, but mostly it was just water filling up the hole, and then water draining almost completely out of the hole.  Still cool.

With the exception of a sandy stretch aptly titled Sands Beach, the whole shoreline was rocks.  It was a very impressive sight.

The love of my life, humoring her dumb ass husband-with-the-camera.

Lobster traps.  Everywhere you go, lobster traps.

Now sadly we leave Acadia National Park.  We spent the rest of the day wandering around downtown Bar Harbor and dipping in the hotel’s pool.  On the way home, my amazing wife took me somewhere that erased a glaring omission from my tourism life.  Back on our honeymoon we went to Point Loma in San Diego and saw the lighthouse.  I told my beloved that I had never been to a lighthouse before, even though I have lived my whole life in New England.  Once we went to New Castle Island in Portsmouth, NH and I could see a lighthouse (or two?) in the distance, but I cannot think of a time when I had actually been to one. 

We were taking the scenic route home, sticking near the coast, and Jen proposed a detour.  She didn’t tell me where we were going, but I followed her directions as I will follow her anywhere.  Where did we end up?  The Nubble Lighthouse in York, ME, that’s where.  I have now taken pictures at a real life New England lighthouse.  Thanks lovey!

That bird standing on the tall rock was there for a long time.  It reminded me of a meerkat standing sentinel.  Yes, I have been to a zoo recently.

I think we could be comfortable living in that house.

There was a lobster restaurant right next to the lighthouse.  I wonder if the lobster traps belonged to them?

More rocks, and a little boat launch.

This is why the good pictures of the lighthouse have the lighthouse way over to the left side of the image.  Damn power lines screwing up my shot!

That’s better.

Finally, the love of my life one more time.  She blinked on purpose.  I love that smile.

Here is part two of the weekend in Bar Harbor Photo Bomb.  This one will be kinda long.  These are all from the top of Cadillac Mountain.  We were standing on the highest elevation along the East Coast of the United States.  We planned to come here in time for the sun rise, but the draw of the snooze button was way to strong.

I could have spent the whole day just walking around the path at the summit.

The reason for our weekend celebration:  The love of my life:  My wife of three years (tomorrow).

I tried to keep the other tourists out of my pictures.  In this one, I failed.

If you squint a little, you can actually see forever.

I kept asking her to pose.  She was indulgent for a little while. 

The mountain itself was just as interesting to me as the harbor and the ocean.

That’s the second largest swimming pool on Planet Earth.

The view kind of reminded me of Point Loma in San Diego, without the military base.

A gigantic boat that looks tiny from this distance.

That looks a little too straight to be natural, but who knows.

There’s that tall ship again.

Leave it to the douche canoe to try and get artsy with the tree on top of the mountain.

I love her so much!

And we’ll end this one with another shot of the boats.

Our weekend sneak away to Bar Harbor, ME was fantastic.  Perfect even.  What a great couple of days.  Here are a few of the pictures I took.  Some on the way there, some in Acadia National Park, and some on the way home.

That’s not the Zakim Bridge in Boston, that bridge crosses the Penobscot River.

This spot on the river is the site of one of the American Colonists worst defeats during the war for independence.  We lost the battle, but won the war.  We have survived as a nation this long, specifically for me to be able to drop that lame cliche in a blog post.

Now we are inside Acadia National Park on the Loop Drive Road.  Sure we could have hiked through the forest, but we chose to drive instead.  Me being criminally out of shape might have been part of the decision making process there.  Here are a couple of views from Frenchman Bay.

When we were walking through town the next day I found the name of this boat.  I can’t remember now.  Is it the Mary Todd?  Something like that.

We were told that this land bridge disappears during high tide.  At this point, however, you could see little ant sized people walking across.

I’ll post some more pictures in a little while.

The very nice woman working in the variety store let us use the employee restroom instead of the porta potty.

Thank you!

Our hotel’s back yard is nice.