Today is my last daily recap of our trip to Bar Harbor, Maine. I’d be lying if I said I’m ready to be done writing these. It feels like I’m reliving each part of the trip as I write and sort through pictures, and I’m excited to have these to look back on!
If you missed any of the other daily recaps, you can click the links to check them out: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3.
The night before, we had seen several new couples checking into The Holland Inn. I remember jokingly saying to Travis, “But, this is our house. We like having it to ourselves!”
As we got to breakfast the next morning, we saw two tables set and a lady was sitting at our usual table. She struck up a conversation with us and her husband soon joined too.
This couple was probably in their fifties/sixties and were visiting from Washington state. They had flown into New York and were spending a few days in Bar Harbor before going back to New York and then home.
As we got to talking about the trails we had hiked, the couple had a moment of realization and said, “OH! You’re the couple without a car.”
Apparently it’s uncommon to not rent a car here to get to everything. Thus, Evin had been telling other people about us and how much we had walked.
That made us laugh, and we started calling ourselves “The couple without a car” for the rest of the trip.
The husband really took a liking to Travis, so much so that Travis could hardly eat his breakfast because the guy kept turning around and talking some more. At one point, the guy even offered his personal email to Travis just in case we ever wanted to visit Washington, and he would give us some hiking/fishing tips.
After hiking so much the last couple days, I was ravenous at breakfast and ate about half of my plate before Travis said, “Aren’t you going to get a picture of it?”
Oops! Good thing he’s here to remind me! #BlogHusband 😉
Our final breakfast (*tear*) was nutty French toast, fresh veggie frittata, and nectarines with raisins. Evin knew that Travis and I loved the Fiddleheads so she snuck some more into our frittatas as well!
Our goals for the day were to hike down to Sand Beach and then on to Thunder Hole. It would mean a lot of walking but the trails there all looked like they were flat and smooth so we figured we could handle it.
We left town and started for Sand Beach, a 4.9 mile walk via Schooner Head Trail. The trail kept close to the road, but it was such a relief to not be forced to walking the shoulder!
Through most of our hikes, we rarely ran into other people, and this trail was the same. We felt like we had it to ourselves until we got to the more touristy places.
Walking to all of our destinations really allowed Travis and I to have good conversations that we wouldn’t have had if we had just driven there.
Along the way, the trail passed along the ocean for some incredible views!
We veered off to another trail that went to Compass Harbor. There, we passed the old ruins of George Dorr’s old farm estate. Dorr is known as “The Father of Acadia” because of his help in creating Acadia National Park.
I loved the herringbone floor pattern at the ruins!
The sand at Sand Beach is mostly shell fragments from the pounding surf.
I was hoping to find some sea glass there, but after scouring for awhile, we came up empty handed. I did put some sand in a water bottle to bring back home with me though. I always collect sand from the beaches we go to and put it in cute bottles as decorations in our house.
Here Travis caught me scrounging for shells and looking for sea glass.
Sand Beach was by far the chilliest beach I have been to. It is nestled in a little inlet and the water temperature rarely gets above 55 degrees!
Below, you can see how Sand Beach is tucked away.
Sand Beach was getting pretty busy so we headed onward to Thunder Hole, another mile away.
Thunder Hole is an inlet where waves roll into a small cavern and splash out, creating a thunderous sound.
When we went, it was pretty calm and the splashes weren’t too grand or loud.
Here, you can see where the water is forced in the cavern and splashes back out.
Thunder Hole was packed. I’m talking several tour buses, tons of cars, etc. so we decided to head back and take a breather in a beautiful spot we had noticed along the way.
I packed a ton of Larabars, my favorite snack, and since we knew it would be a long time before lunch, we each enjoyed one with the view.
We had a Seagull land near us and hang out for awhile. I think he was eyeing our snacks.
Then, it was time to head back towards town, a six mile hike.
We were able to go nice and slow and stop as much as we wanted/needed since we didn’t have much planned for the rest of the day.
Even the roads in Bar Harbor are so gorgeous and serene!
As we got closer to town, we realized how starving we were. We nearly walked 13 miles round trip that morning!
It was past the usual lunch time, and we really wanted to try a restaurant called Peekytoes. As we got into town, we saw a sign on Peekytoes’ door saying they are closed on Tuesdays.
Dang it! It was our last day too so we were bummed to miss out on it.
We trudged back through the rest of town, looking for a good lunch spot.
Here was our problem though. We were hungry and exhausted so we just wanted to find somewhere to eat, but it was our last day so we wanted to be picky and get just the right place.
As we got to the end of town and still hadn’t decided on anything, we saw a bunch of people going into a restaurant called “Route 66.” It looked like it had tasty specials so we gave it a go.
That restaurant is my one regret from this trip.
The inside felt so tacky (tons of old decorations) and dirty. I ordered a crab cake sandwich and Travis got a Haddock sandwich, and both tasted like they had been frozen.
We still ate it all, as we were ravenous, but we were greatly disappointed that that was the place for our last lunch in Bar Harbor.
After walking so much and then stuffing ourselves with carbs, we needed some down time so we headed back to The Holland Inn for our afternoon coffee/tea time and took a quick nap.
The last item on our list to complete was walking out to Bar Island.
There is a half mile path to get to Bar Island, but it is only accessible during low tide. You have an hour and a half before and after low tide to get across, but you have to be back by high tide or you will be stranded. The path goes from walkable during low tide to having 11 feet of water at high tide.
Evin had warned us about getting back in time, and there were even many signs posted. She said that often tourists ignore the signs and park their cars on the path before hiking to the top of the island. They get a rude awakening and have to call special towing services, who are put-off about helping (understandably so!).
Once across the path, you go another half mile or so to reach the top of Bar Island.
The top had such pretty views looking back at Bar Harbor.
Our last “summit” picture.
We took our time coming back across the path, and I collected some pretty blueish/purple shells to bring home.
Then, we got cleaned up again for our last dinner in Bar Harbor.
We chose Finback Alehouse for dinner, and it definitely made up for our sub-par lunch.
I ordered a cup of lobster bisque and a whole lobster. Travis ordered a fried seafood platter.
That lobster didn’t stand a chance.
One last picture of part of downtown before it was time to leave.
I had really wanted to make it to 40,000 steps, because let’s face it, I’m most likely not ever going to get this many again (and I’m not planning on running a marathon…ever.) However, when we got back to our room, I thought “37,000 looks pretty good…and my bed looks even better!”
We quickly packed and set our alarms for 4 a.m.
Because of the road construction in Bar Harbor, we needed to allow extra time to get to the airport for our 6 a.m. flight.
Our taxi driver arrived at 4:30 a.m. and as we were driving, we saw the most vivid sunrise. He saw that we had plenty of time, and stopped for us to snap a few pictures.
We got to the airport, had our bags weighed, and only two other passengers came in for the flight: a four person flight!
We loaded back up on the little plane and got our last glimpses of the island.
I didn’t want to be leaving!
Unfortunately, United changed our flights and seats on us (and it was a full flight), which meant that Travis and I had to sit apart from each other from Boston to Chicago. They put us both in middle seats, to boot. I had been spoiled and had all window seats for the flights getting there.
When we got to Chicago, the flight wasn’t near as full so we were able to get seats together, but they were in the last row, right in front of the bathrooms.
I swear that it smelled like stale pee that whole flight, but at least we got to talk to one another!
We got home in good time to unpack and regroup (aka crash).
Maine far exceeded our expectations, and we both agree that it is the best trip we have ever been on. There were so many active things to do and such wonderful food. I’m truly jealous of the people who get to call Bar Harbor home (Travis told me that I might take that back if I was there in the winter though!).
They call Maine “Vacationland,” and it is truly dreamy!
Until next time, Bar Harbor!
Question of the Day: Lobster Fan? Yes or No?
YES, all the way, as I’m sure you figured out! 🙂