Because I am of “advanced maternal age”, I’ve been going for ultrasounds every four weeks, so we’ve had several opportunities to catch a glimpse of our little one on the way. Amelia is wishing for a sister. I think Artie is hoping for a boy. I’m looking forward to either. We’ll find out in February!
Until then, a glimpse (29 weeks):
This isn’t a great image as the baby was facing my back. Plus, the baby had his/her hand in its face, so they couldn’t get a good shot of the face. But we did see lots of hair, already!
This image is from my 20 week ultrasound. The baby is smaller and better positioned for a good profile shot.
Oh, yes it has. I don’t know why I have such a hard time keeping Ashmore Adventures up to date. It’s not like I don’t have the pictures to share, although I do like to process them before uploading them, and that can take some time. Lots has happened in the past half year. Amelia had her last days of Preschool and a gymnastics finale. She played t-ball and summer soccer. We enjoyed summer with lots of swimming, visiting with friends and family and hiking. We traveled to Maryland and Cape Cod. Our chickens grew up and started laying eggs. Artie finished building the chicken coop (pretty much, anyway). Amelia turned 5 years old and soon after started Kindergarten. We did lots of fall camping which included a moose hunt, partridge hunting and exploring “up North”. Oh, and we found out that we’re expecting! A new little Ashmore is due in February 2015.
You’ll find a sampling of photos from the past 6 months here and I will do my best to add more regularly in the future! Thank you for sticking around.
We camped at Mt. Blue State Park last weekend and had a great time. Once again, I chose the place in Maine where it rained at least every day, if not all day of our trip. But, it did rain less than last year’s trip to Cobscook. I know a little bit about camping in the rain, so we don’t let that stop us any more. Plus, we had the camper, so it wasn’t that bad. We had great fun and explored several places. We left Thursday afternoon after Amelia got out of school so that we could extend our long weekend and Friday ended up being the wettest day of the trip. We drove toward Byron, ME and explored Coos Canyon and the Swift River.
Coos Canyon isn’t much more than a rest stop along the way to Rangeley, but the falls were really pretty. We walked along the water-worn rocks or in Amelia’s case, skipped, careened and jumped as close to the rock ledge as possible in order risk falling into the rushing ice-cold river. Fortunately, no one got wet (from falling in, anyway). We ate our picnic lunch under a covered picnic table, which was really helpful because it started pouring and then we ran across the street (Route 17) to the Coos Canyon Rock & Gift Shop for ice cream. Our attention was immediately drawn to the rocks and minerals in the shop as well as the great selection of geological, mining and gold panning books. Instead of ice cream, we left with books and (another) gold pan (except for Amelia who wouldn’t be deterred). Before leaving we were treated to a gold panning demonstration which I admit was pretty cool and informative. Artie has had some interest in gold panning and had done a little along the way, but I generally need a greater and faster return on my hard work. I have to admit that I almost asked for my own pan. Almost.
With heavy hearts we said goodbye to one of our best pals this morning. Oops was the gentlest, friendliest, most persistent cat I’ve ever had. He could get the the most adamant cat hater to pet him without even realizing they were. His life-long quest was for hands because hands were for petting him. He would come when called, always hopped onto my side of the bed as soon as I woke up in the morning and spent much of the night walking over our sleeping bodies just to make sure we didn’t want to give him a little attention. In her first couple of years, Amelia treated him like a sibling, teddy bear and toy and he never minded her special attention or the abuse.
He was big, fluffy and soft and had the whitest paws and tip of his tail. I got to spend a mere 12 years with him and I don’t know why I thought so, but I always thought he’d be a cat that would stay with me a long time. He will, but not in the way that I had imagined. He will be missed by many, I think, but especially us, his family. Goodbye, sweet Oopsie. You were one of a kind.
I usually reserve Thursday mornings for getting outside for a walk or hike with Katie. But the weather has been so dreary and tomorrow’s forecast is for more dreariness so I decided to head out today. We headed to Acadia after dropping Amelia off at school. It was only 39 degrees and only scant wisps of fresh green are appearing here and there, but it was exciting to be out hiking. I felt a bit guilty for going without Artie who is working today, but I wasn’t guilty enough not to go.
I picked Dorr Mountain as it’s easy to get to and a fairly easy but strenuous climb. Strenuous because it’s steep, but easy because many of the trails up contain stone stairs…a lot of stairs. I parked at the Nature Center which reminded me that we need to take Amelia there…both to the gardens and then to walk the Jessup trail – more on that later. We walked past the closed Nature Center toward the little Abbe Museum (which I’ve never actually visited) and headed left toward the trail head. I’d love to tell you what trail we started on, but in the past few years Acadia NP has reverted many modern trail names to their more historical names, so even my relatively new map (and older trail guide) use irrelevant trail names. Makes for an extra special challenge when you’re trying to follow a particular route. I can tell you I was headed toward Kurt Diederich’s Climb which starts at the northern end of The Tarn.
Kurt Diederich’s Climb consists mainly of stairs and it’s amazing to think of how these trails were made. According to my trusty guidebook, A Walk in the Park by Tom St. Germain, this trail was built in 1913 and the trails are as solid as can be. The trail switches back and forth, over steep terrain, occasionally heading parallel to the face which gave me a chance to catch my breath before heading up again. We had beautiful views of Bar Harbor, Frenchman’s Bay and The Tarn along this trail.
Eventually we came to the intersection with the Ladder and Dorr Mtn. trails. We didn’t do the Ladder Trail today, but it’s a great alternative to the Precipice Trail which everyone wants to do but can’t between the months of April and August while the Peregrine falcons are nesting and the trail is closed. Artie and I last climbed it 7-8 years ago. It too has lots of stairs (more than 1200 according to the above mentioned guide) and three ladders. After all these years, I can’t remember details, but I do remember the nail-biting feeling of traversing those ladders.
We took the Dorr Trail to the summit which included a few more stairs, walking through the woods where some parts of the trail were crossed with running water and lastly walking the near-bare top. Here we had views of the ocean to the west, as well as the eastern views of Frenchman’s Bay, etc. and Cadillac Mountain whose summit was lightly shrouded in cloud.
Katie was very obliging. It probably didn’t hurt that I was holding a bag of jerky.
We only stayed a couple minutes as it was cold and damp at the top (and all over, for that matter). We headed back the same way we came – down the Dorr trail, but instead of going back down Kurt Diederich’s Climb we took Homans Path the rest of the way down. Homans Path (again, according to Tom St. Germain) was an abandoned trail (made in the early 1900’s) which he rediscovered in 1993. By 2003, the park had rehabilitated the trail and it’s now part of the trail system. I’m so glad it was found….it’s a spectacular trail with great views, interesting switchbacks and was really a joy to descend. It’s practically all stairs, so I was glad to be going down.
By the way, near the bottom, Katie and I found several protected areas that still had snow and ice. Katie took advantage and ate as much as she could.
There were a couple areas where the trail ran through the rock like in the picture below. Unfortunately, I didn’t take many pictures coming down, so you’ll have to go check it out for yourself! It’s worth it.
Coming down Holmans Path, I had a great view of the Great Meadow and the Jesup Path’s raised wood trail through the bog and Great Meadow, so I was excited to find that Holmans Path ended directly across from the start of the bog walk. After a quick check of the time, I walked the Jesup Path to where it connected to Hemlock Road and then circled back on the latter. Unfortunately, that little indulgence made me late in picking Amelia up from school (sorry Ms. Sasha!). Poor time management on my part. Back at the intersection of Jesup, Hemlock and Holmans, it was a quick .1 mi. walk back to the Nature Center parking lot where our hike finally ended. Both Katie and I were out of time and energy. According to my phone gps, we hiked 4.4 mi.
I’m really looking forward to bringing Artie and Amelia back in a few weeks when everything starts turning green. I’ve been on Jesup Path in the spring and it’s vibrant, plus the Wild Acadia Gardens back at the Nature Center is a wonderful place to explore.