When I plan our schedule on these long trips I always leave time for “down days” when we don’t have much scheduled. We need some days off from our vacation. Today was such a day. We went into downtown Bar Harbor to buy groceries and wander around.
We were lucky to find a parking spot for our big truck in the busy downtown area so we spent time watching boats in the harbor and walking through a craft fair in the town square. I love the old buildings and winding streets. We stopped for lunch so Rick could have some classic New England clam chowder and got into a discussion of whether Cadillac Mountain was named after a Native American chief. We both agreed that Pontiac was a chief, but weren’t sure about Cadillac. We tabled the discussion, bought our groceries, and then went “home” to our campground by the ocean.
After doing some cleaning chores and laundry we enjoyed the rest of the day sitting outside reading, watching the tide ebb and flow, the sun set, and enjoying a great campfire. I thought about the hundreds of wonderful campfires I have sat by – with my family when I was a little kid at our Lake Waukenabo cabin, camping with my parents in our Bethany tent trailer, camping with Rick in the Boundary Waters and Glacier Park, with our children in OUR Bethany tent trailer, dozens of campfire nights with the Boy Scouts and now, with our grandchildren at Lake Waukenabo and campfires next to our big RV. I just love messing with a campfire!
“Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”
We were lucky to find a parking spot for our big truck in the busy downtown area so we spent time watching boats in the harbor and walking through a craft fair in the town square. I love the old buildings and winding streets. We stopped for lunch so Rick could have some classic New England clam chowder and got into a discussion of whether Cadillac Mountain was named after a Native American chief. We both agreed that Pontiac was a chief, but weren’t sure about Cadillac. We tabled the discussion, bought our groceries, and then went “home” to our campground by the ocean.
After doing some cleaning chores and laundry we enjoyed the rest of the day sitting outside reading, watching the tide ebb and flow, the sun set, and enjoying a great campfire. I thought about the hundreds of wonderful campfires I have sat by – with my family when I was a little kid at our Lake Waukenabo cabin, camping with my parents in our Bethany tent trailer, camping with Rick in the Boundary Waters and Glacier Park, with our children in OUR Bethany tent trailer, dozens of campfire nights with the Boy Scouts and now, with our grandchildren at Lake Waukenabo and campfires next to our big RV. I just love messing with a campfire!
“Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”
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Before being renamed in 1918, Cadillac Mountain had been called Green Mountain. The new name honors the French explorer and adventurer, Antoine Laumet de La Mothe, sieur de Cadillac. In 1688, De la Mothe requested and received from the Governor of New France a parcel of land in an area known as Donaquec which included part of the Donaquec River (now the Union River) and the island of Mount Desert in the present-day U.S. state of Maine. Antoine Laumet de La Mothe, a shameless self-promoter who had already appropriated the "de la Mothe" portion of his name from a local nobleman in his native Picardy, thereafter referred to himself as Antoine de la Mothe, sieur de Cadillac, Donaquec, and Mount Desert.
From 1883 until 1893 the Green Mountain Cog Railway ran to the summit to take visitors to the Green Mountain Hotel on the summit.[3] The hotel was burned down in 1895. Also in 1895, the cog train was sold to the Mount Washington Cog Railway in New Hampshire.
Taken from Wikipedia.
Regards ... Tim.
i love messing around with the camp fire too!
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