We started out at Witches Hole, went around Eagle Lake, then Jordan Pond, past the Jordan Pond House, around the Carriage House, and back up the around the other side. 
he had to push through some pretty tough times on account of this. Also, he tricked me into stopping halfway up one hill - the things he'll do to get ahead - and I lost momentum on that hill - still, if you keep a steady pace, this is a great ride. About 17 miles long, with incredible views all along the way.
marshy grasses on the border, then the lake, then the mountains - hard to beat.
Needless to say - I tend to take several variations on this shot.
Then there's the shot from on high -
and one from the trees
We rode past waterfalls, bluffs, and many other beautiful sites, but stopping to take pictures when you're on a bike is much harder than when you're hiking. Not to mention, you just can't do justice to some of them - like the waterfall. We sat and enjoyed that for a while, but none of the pictures we took really came close to displaying its beauty.
After the ride, we went back to Bar Harbor and had a small lunch on the pier - 
one of the places we always eat - we almost missed it this time - isn't it funny how important those little traditions become. We've eaten at this place every time we've come to Bar Harbor, and even though this is only my third time, it would feel like we'd missed something if we had forgotten to stop here this trip.
Having satiated ourselves, we rounded up the girls and managed to find the only boring path in Acadia. Mind you, set anywhere else, this would be a great trail. But compared to the rest of the trails in Acadia - yawn. We followed the directions given us by our proprietess in the B&B, but she obviously is on this trail for her dog's sake, not the views. Living in the area, she probably focuses more on what's away from the crowds than what vistas are offered.
We did find a fern gully for H 
(SigO's daughter - you know I don't like to put names in my blog, but I'm tired of referring to her as the SigO's daughter, and I'm tired of referring to her friend, as ...well, her friend...so we'll call that one "W" - and yes - I fully expect you to remember these designations from now on!). I'm not 100% certain of the story behind this, but apparently, ever since she was a wee one, H called this type trail "fern gully".
Also, the birch trees were pretty great. 
And the SigO almost knocked one over on H. That was exciting. We were noticing how many of them were dead or dying, and he looked at one and said: "Maybe there's a disease - look at this one ", and H did - from directly under it - as he proceeded to completely knock it over - barely missing her. So, for those of you keeping score, first he marches her 5 miles fed by false hopes and lies, then he makes her vomit, then he nearly brains her with a birch. Ah...parental love. The true reason we make kids so resilient!
That night we ate at a lobster bake type place down on the ocean. H was, ironically, the only one who ordered Lobster, although the SigO did have some in his "cobb salad" - if you can call a salad with lobster a cobb salad - but that's what they called it. We didn't get to sit outside as we would have preferred, but we did get to witness the best sunset we'd seen all week.
As if the island was reminding us that it was our last day - the sun was setting on our vacation - and wishing us a good year between this night, and next year, when we return.
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