25 reasons we’ll return to Mount Desert Island

1. The views! Every! Where! You! Look! Gorgeousness everywhere.

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Day’s end in Southwest Harbor

 

2. $40 for an annual pass to Acadia National Park gives us a good reason to go back next summer.

3. Camping at Blackwoods Campground: big wooded lots, clean(ish) bathrooms, and so quiet in the middle of the night, I could hear the ocean roaring in the distance.

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Yes, our tent. Yes, we are outgrowing it.

 

4. Lobster so fresh at Beal’s in Southwest Harbor, it was swimming that morning.

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Before and after

5. Hikes for all abilities, even a scaredy cat like me. Though I will never ever do Beehive or Precipice. Going up the metal ladders on Beech Cliffs hike was about as radical as I’m every going to get.

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I climbed this high!

 

6. Biking on carriage roads is the bomb. It’s especially cool when your 9 year old goes whizzing by on the downhill and disappears from view for a good long time.

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The blond will be FAR ahead pretty soon.

 

7. 2 Cats for breakfast. Orange juice is fresh-squeezed, and the food is delish.

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nom, nom, nom

 

8. Dive-in Theater with Diver Ed Boat Cruise. Laughed so much during this two-hour tour. It was hilarious, fun, interesting, and informative. The kids were glued to every word Diver Ed and his wife, Captain Evil, had to say. Worth every last penny.

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My little Sea Cucumber lover

 

9. Popovers at Jordan Pond House Restaurant. As good as everyone says they are. Especially if you bike to the restaurant.

10. So, so, so clean. I never wished I had a garbage bag with me to pick up the trash I found on our walks.

11. I’ll make GORP again.

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You know you want some.

12. Stars over Sand Beach. Lying on a blanket on a sandy beach nestled between rocks, gazing up at the amazing Maine summer night sky, having the constellations pointed out by a park ranger. . . so very relaxing and cool. Next time, I had better see one of the shooting stars everyone else saw, though we all got to wave to the International Space Station.

13. Swimming in Echo Lake. Warm(ish) fresh water with sandy bottom felt great after a long hike. Plus, we could look up to the mountain on one side and say, “we were up there!”

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Echo Lake. Too many people to test the name.

 

14. Maybe I’ll touch Bubble Rock next time. Or, maybe I’ll just sit way over here again.

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So. High. Up. (gulp)

 

15. The Boobles. One local told us to look for the two Bubble mountains by looking for the two that look like breasts. From then on, we called them The Boobles.

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The Boobles. Heh, get it? BOOBles?

16. No internet service for the majority of our trip meant no fighting over iPads or video games, and no staring at screens. But, when we were jonesing for some Wifi, there were options, like this retro-funky coffee shop in town.

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Plug me in, Scotty.

 17. So many lobsters this year, the Side Street Cafe had knocked $5 off many of their most popular dishes, like this beauty:

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Come to mama. . .

18. Dogs everywhere!

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The cuteness!

 

19. “Yes You May Use Our Bathroom” signs on restaurant doors.

20. Ice Cream good enough for our President.

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Obama had Coconut. Belly had Salted Caramel, Jilly had Butterbeer, and D had Chocolate (of course).

 

21. Thunder Hole was cool, but maybe next time we’ll catch it when there’s a storm at sea and we can really scream.

22. Although it can get busy in Bar Harbor, this is still plenty of lawn space to sit and look at this:

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Bahhh Hahhhbah (we don’t really talk like that)

23. We need to come back because we never made it to the top of Cadillac Mountain.

24. And we didn’t have time to try kayaking on Long Pond in Somesville.

25. The kids will never forgive us if we don’t go back next year. I can’t blame them.

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Google Maps says under 6 hours. Lies, total lies.

Many thanks to my friend (and local) Robin for all of her amazing tips.

The graduate

Tonight we said goodbye to our beloved babysitter who leaves for college this week.

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M. moved next door when she was seven and has been one of our very favorite people ever since. She leaves for college this week—thankfully only an hour away. But, it’s hard. Watching her grow up has only made me realize how quickly these years pass. A few years ago, when she drove down the street in her father’s car for the first time, I quite literally burst into tears at the shock of seeing this little girl driving a car.

Yes, I’m aware of the irony: She has been taller than me since she was 15.

We love M. for many reasons, but I’ll sum it up with this: She has always made my children feel like they are the most fun kids on the planet. She truly seems to enjoy their company and has never made them feel like she is “only” their babysitter. Even tonight, in between going to see her friends and packing, she made a special visit to say “goodbye for now” to the kids before their bedtime.

For Belly, she is like an adored big sister. I used to joke that if M. and I were in a sinking boat, and Belly could only save one of us, she’d really have to think about it.

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Jilly shows, quite literally, how she feels about M. by wrapping herself around her like a monkey clinging to its mama. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to peel Jilly off of her. And while Jilly’s love can, well, hurt in its intensity, M. is so, so good and patient with her.

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And then finally, there is D, my goofball who has little games he plays only with M. “Make the cute face!” she asks, and after joking around, he gives her his giant-eyed, puppy-dog look. She yells, “I’m coming to get you now cutie!” and he screeches delightedly and runs away.

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Oh we’ll miss our girl next door. Thankfully she will be able to come home a few times a semester.  I know three kids who will be at her doorstop.as soon as they see her car.

50 Shades of Tan

Twice a year, I get naked and stand in front of a man who looks over every inch of me. And then I wait for the scolding. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.

I have a tan.

Whenever he starts to tsk over the color of my skin, I remind him that I’m probably one of the few people who actually keeps an August dermatology appointment. And I silently think, “Listen Mister: You could use a little color on that pasty-white skin of yours.” Though I don’t say that out loud. He has access to a scalpel.

I’m not one of those tanaholics who can’t wait to get out to fry in the sun, and my sunscreen doesn’t fall below SPF 30, (and my “tan” would make many of you laugh at its meekness), but I still see my color darken as the summer goes on no matter how often I reapply the block. And I am well aware that years and years of SPF 4 and “burn then peel” tanning was not in my long-term best interest.

In other words: I do not love the affects of the sun nearly as much as I did in my 20’s.

Do you remember those photos they’d show with a smiling woman’s face, “before” and “after” years of sun damage? Her “before” face would be clear and shiny . Her “after” face would be covered in brown freckles and patches.

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Freckle beard just visible on one side. Cute boy on other side.

I am the “after” face now. For the past two years, as soon as I start getting in the summer’s sun, I get a huge “beard” of freckles across my cheeks and across my chin. Nothing, nothing makes me feel so old as those freckles and age spots. Well what would happen if I entered a bounce house runs a close second. But we won’t go into that right now.

So when my kids complain at how much sunscreen I lather onto their skinny little bodies—when my oldest begs me not to make her “white” with zinc oxide—when they screech at sand mixed into the sunscreen that I’m trying to spread across their feet: I show them my freckly face and say,

Heed My Warning. Beware the freckle beard.

 Something tells me they aren’t finding this nearly as scary as I am.