One of the stops of the journey included the colorfully named Thunder Hole, a narrow channel that ocean waves would flow into and send mist into the air and create a massive booming sound.
Even though it was low tide, we were able to get a taste of it's power.
We continued the hike and stopped at a few scenic spots and a few tide pools.
We saw a few crabs hiding in the salty pools and had fun watching the waves crash near us on the shore. We were careful not to get too close as we knew that many people accidentally drown by being swept away by the waves.
We finally reached Otter cliffs which offered a terrific view of the entire bay. We posed for a few pictures, had some snacks, and enjoyed the cool ocean breeze.
We decided to continue on a bit further. We found a shoreline area with thousands of giant smoothed out egg shaped rocks. From here we retraced our path back to sand beach.
Many places on the way we would strike up conversations with different people from across the country. We ran into people from nearby Findlay, Ohio on this particular hike.
When we arrived at Sand Beach, the kids wanted to collect some sand as a memento. Mikah had the idea to keep her sand in her Old Soaker root beer bottle she had drank from the day before.
By the time we got back to the van it was probably around 4 o'clock and we were getting hungry. We decided to have a late lunch/early dinner out at Southwest Harbor near our campground. This was the first day we had not eaten in Bar Harbor. We walked around Main Street for a bit but couldn't find a restaurant that was both open and in our price range. Greg did buy a homemade blueberry pie to enjoy later. He experienced a bit of shell shock as the price for the pie was $15.00. We decided to try a little further toward our campground a place that's sign promised lobster and a beer for just $16.95. Sounded like our kind of place.
As I pulled in there was not much of a parking area in the front so I followed a stone drive way to the back. As we passed, someone in a chair on the side patio waved and we soon realized there was no parking area in back. All we could see was a grill, some dumpsters, and a trailer home. As Greg's van followed us in, he laughed over the cb that we had better eat here just to see what this place was all about.
The place turned out to be less of a resturaunt and more of a bar. The only place with room enough for us to sit was outside. The menu was only listed on a giant chalkboard.
Jen and I picked the lobster special. The kids played pinball and air hockey as we waited for our food. Our drinks were delivered by a teenage boy with a large ductaped bandage on his forearm. When the food came, it was pretty good overall. Underneath my lobster I did discover a large unidentifiable bit of meat that Greg felt resembled a female body part. I decided not to chance eating it. The lady that owned the placed told me that it was a mussel that had gotten cooked with the lobster.
On the way home we stopped for more groceries including some Maine whoopee pies and old soaker blueberry soda.
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We were all (even the kids for once) looking forward to getting a shower today. We paid one dollar for three minutes of hot water, and it was glorious. Greg and Lucas were in the shower right next to us and Rogan and I laughed as we heard Greg tell Luke to "get his thing wet." By "thing," Greg of course meant his wash cloth.
Back at the campground we did some pre packing while the kids practiced the tango. Yes, that's right, the tango. One of the kids' downtime activities was to hula hoop, and Lilly had developed a song to go along with a dance. (Sample lines: "I like to eat, eat, eat, mangos, mangos!" and "I'll put the hula in your hoop!") She had been planning for a camping talent show, and I think the tango had something to do with it.
Once we finished organizing we enjoyed some amazing blueberry pie and some underwhelming whoopee pies. All in all it was a great day.
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