I’ve lived most of my life in mid-western America, travelled out west, visited the south, beached out on the East coast, and once I even saw Canada. But I’ve never known much about the little pocket of America we call New England, other than that they have a chowder named after them, and a lobster infestation, which seems to bother no one. It was time for some learning.
Waking up before the mightiest of dawntreaders, I began my day at 3:30 in the a.m. to catch an early flight out of Cincy. With all of my packing done the “night” prior (4 hours before), my zombie-like waltz from bed to van to plane to plane went rather well.
After flying through Detroit, we made it to Bangor, Maine, home of the worst traffic lights and not much else. I would reserve judgment for after arriving at my planned destination of Bar Harbor. But things weren’t looking good. Why are there so many cars, kayaks, and campers here? Bangor Airport.
Tourists. Tourists everywhere. Tourists on the street, tourists in the shops, tourists in the trees. It felt like I was entering Disneyworld.
We weaved through the map-wielding, photo-posing posses to get to our hotel, The Bar Harbor Inn.
We couldn’t check in yet as it was still too early. So we gathered behind our hotel to an outdoor yellow-umbrella’d restaurant called the Terrace Grille. Bring on the lobster.
The food was rather good and the view was spectacular. Overlooking the harbor, I ate my first bite of Maine lobster. And it was good.
It has become my goal to complete the Maine eating challenge: that being, to eat lobster somehow in every meal whether it be lobster mac n’ cheese or lobster rolls.
After our first successful meal, we still had time to kill before we could check in. Time to explore the town and figure out what this Bar Harbor place is all about.
After wandering around for a good while, checking out food places, walking through parks, and toying in shops, I feel like I learned a lot about Bar Harbor and its flock of tourists pretty fast. And I liked what I saw.
First and most importantly: it’s dog friendly.
Bar Harbor is home to some sweet olde looking places.
It’s a really good place for family and fun. With all the shops and foods, there is no way you won’t find something for everyone.
I’m beginning to see the appeal to this place and understand the massive army of tourists, heeding the call to fight off the lobster armies amassing in the harbor. It will be a gruesome buttery fight, but only one side can win.
After setting up some tours (when in Rome…) we were finally ready for another wave of lobster. But first, in normal Didion family tradition… Cocktail hour in the hotel room.
The night went on with another successful stamp in my Maine eating challenge book. I ate many things from the sea. But after a long day of travelling we were all ready to turn in pretty early. But tomorrow, the real adventure begins now that my feet are wet. Which might actually be true when I go out to catch the sun-rise over the harbor for some obligatory vacation pics.
As always, thanks for reading folks. If there’s anything you think I should see or do while I’m up here. Let me know! There is a handy comment box somewhere around here somewhere. Also, if you want some inbetweeners and extras, follow me on twitter @Pdidion.
More to come!