Memorial Day Weekend
I figured I’d better get this posted before we hit our next patriotic holiday. And, our weather hasn’t changed much from that soggy, washout of a weekend over a month ago. Rain, rain, rain….with a distant vague memory of a few hot summer days when we got to swim and garden and not wear lots of clothes because it’s so chilly (in July). There’s still hope for the later part of the week, at least.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Fourth and a nice long weekend. Happy Independence Day!
Also, I’d like to point out that this blog is a year old as of last week! Honestly, when I started, I was skeptical that I’d be diligent enough to keep it going. It’s had it’s dry times, but I’ve managed not to completely kill it. I’m looking forward to a second year. Thank you for taking the time to look!
So, Memorial Day weekend…
We had big plans to take the camper and four-wheelers to Middle Oxhead pond for the long weekend, but after several days of rain and then a forecast of more rain for the weekend, we changed our plans and made reservations at Cobscook Bay State Park in Eastern Maine. There we’d have an easier time finding rainy-weather activities and less of a threat of finding closed dirt roads. Because of the poor weather, we were given a recently abandoned waterfront site which was beautiful. We even had our own island to explore. Unfortunately, the forecasts were right and the weekend was a washout until Sunday when we had to leave and get back early so Artie could go to work. But, we made the best of it.
Saturday we awoke to a fairly steady rain. We were attracted to the island just off our site which was accessible at low tide, so after breakfast, when the rain slowed to a heavy mist, we suited up and slipped and slid across the mud and rocks over to the island. We didn’t get all the way before the steady rain took over again and we were forced to retreat back to the camper. Instead we hopped into the truck and headed to Canada! We drove over to Campobello Island and visited the Roosevelt Campobello International Park. We stopped at the Visitor Center and watched a short movie about the Roosevelts and then ran through the rain to the Roosevelt Cottage. The wonderful guides in the cottage offered Amelia a scavenger hunt which she adored. She had so much fun carrying around her map and pencil looking for the different artifacts. It was the second weekend that the cottage had been open for the season so we were one of just a couple small groups visiting at the time, so we had plenty of time and space to walk around and explore the house.
After, we drove the length of the island all the way to the East Quoddy Lighthouse. We would have liked to go over, but the lighthouse was only accessible by going down some steep stairs (over the rocky coast) and walking across at low tide, then climbing more stairs up to the lighthouse. And it was still pouring. And, by that time, Amelia had fallen asleep in the car. So, we left that for another day. Because of the steady rain most of the day, I never took the camera out of the car, so no pictures.
Sunday was slightly less wet, and we awoke to periods of no rain between periods of mist and sprinkles. So, we attempted our island again, and this time made it across and were able to explore. The forest floor was spongy and mossy, but also littered with urchin and crab shells from the birds dropping them on the nearby rocky shore. We had fun finding different shells and bushwhacking our way across the little island. Again, I took few pictures because I didn’t want to get the camera wet.
After we got back and dried off a bit, we got back into the truck and visited Quoddy Head State Park and the West Quoddy Lighthouse. After eating our picnic lunch in the truck while it rained again, we checked out the lighthouse and surrounding area. Happily, the rain seemed to be finally subsiding, so that we could spend more time outside.
She insisted I take her photo:
Easternmost point in the USA (Amelia has also been to the Northernmost town in Maine):
Great lighting as the sun tries to break through the clouds:
After the lighthouse the weather was steadily improving, so we decided to take a hike along the Coastal and Inland trails.
The Coastal Trail offered spectacular views of the ocean, rocky shore and of the lighthouse. We were so happy to be outside and not be rained upon. It was a really fun hike, although wet which made it even more appealing to Amelia.
We didn’t have the time or energy (with Amelia) to do the whole 4 mile Coastal trail, so we cut across to the Inland trail and headed back to the parking lot. The Inland trail was really pretty with overflowing streams, mossy forest floor and lots of new green plants sprouting along the way.
After we finished our hike we were headed home when we decided to take a detour. Artie’s grandparents (passed away now) used to live in Whiting, so we stalked their old house and then did some exploring around the dam he used to visit when he was a child. With all the rain we had, everything was overflowing.
This was kind of neat…a hand print in the concrete of the dam.
We heard the geese, but never saw the goslings until I was looking at the pictures at home.
This beaver, whose den was across on the other side of the lake, swam parallel to the shore we were on occasionally splashing his warning to us.
Our faithful companion who patiently sat in the truck while we explored and dutifully endured the “no longer than 4′ long” leash the state insisted she wear while in the parks.
Back at our site, we had a beautiful evening as the setting sun broke through the overcast.
Of course, Monday proved to be a beautiful day…warm and sunny but we had to get back and couldn’t stretch out our trip. We had some time in the morning to look around our area and Amelia spent the time running around, sometimes with a begrudging Katie in tow.
So, all-in-all, we had a great weekend despite the rain…and maybe because of it. We got to visit an area I’ve been wanting to see since moving to the Ellsworth area (it’s only about an hour and a half from us) and I’m looking forward to visiting that area again.