Since I’m a new employee at my job, I could not take a long summer vacation this year. Instead, we spent a long weekend in Maine at my aunt and uncle’s house. They live on Frenchman’s Bay across from Bar Harbor. It’s a little slice of paradise up there. When we got there on Saturday afternoon we played on the beach, collecting rocks and shells. Here are the kids, very relieved to not be in the car:
Then we took a walk around the block. It’s a very long block that winds along the beach and through the woods, and goes right past an extremely old cemetery. I’m not a fan of the whole idea of burial – I’m more of a cremation kind of gal – but if I had to be buried, I’d want it to be someplace like this:
So peaceful and beautiful, tucked away in the woods off of a dirt road. Curiously, it seemed that every third grave contained a Lydia of some sort or anther. Here is our Lydia posing next to one of the stones:
The second day, we took a train ride in the morning, which was extremely exciting for Aaron, and then went out to the lake for some very windy canoeing in the afternoon. The best part of our second day was the bald eagle. We were eating dinner and saw a bald eagle swoop past the windows, so of course we all headed out to the porch to look for it. My dad grabbed his camera and on a hunch ran across the road and down to the beach, where he got these shots:
It’s too bad there is nothing in either picture to give it any scale – the bird was HUGE. So amazing to see one up close. When it perched in this tree, it stayed there for about 15 minutes, just sitting above us letting us ooh and aaah over it. It posed for awhile, and then got bored with the attention and flew away.
On the third day, Nate, Jake, Grandpa, and I took some kayaks out on the bay. I had only been in a kayak once, and Nate and Jake were total newbies, but we figured it out and had a great time. I took along Jake’s little camera in a waterproof pouch so we could get some pictures out on the water.
Here is the view of the little house we stayed in from out on the water. It’s the little gray one of the left:
We ended going all the way across to Calf Island, where the tide was unfortunately a bit too high to do too much hiking around. The view was nice, though. Those specks across the water are the houses pictured above.
Our fourth and final day was mostly filled with driving home. We did, however, stop at Fort Knox. Not the one in Kentucky with all the gold. This one is a civil war era fort that was built in case the British decided to side with the South and invade from the north. It’s a gorgeous old building, with lots of secret passages and dark, damp tunnels. The kids and I had been there before, but Nate had never come with us, so we had a great time showing him all around.
Here are a couple of parting shots of the kids. This is what a whirlwind mini-vacation looks like:
Just a few days of summer left – then it’s back to school!