I knew my transition back into the US of A wasn't going to be easy, so I'd reserved a week-long stay at Acadia National Park for early September. My thinking was that it would be fairly mellow in the area as the kids were back in school and it wasn't yet leaf-peeping season.
What a surprise when I arrived on a Wednesday to a completely full campground, a cruise ship in Bar Harbor that kept the town bustling, and too many people in cars at the top of Cadillac Mountain as I reached the peak (on foot).
Acadia National Park is a 47,000-acre Atlantic coast area marked by woodland, rocky beaches and granite peaks. So I enjoyed hiking a half-dozen trails that offered stunning views of the coast, and I took to the pavement and carriage roads by bike (thanks, Rockefeller). While I will say that campers' behavior made it clear that I had crossed the border, I expect that there could have been much harsher transitions!
I'm now enjoying a month in New England with family & friends that I'll capture in a single post within the coming week.
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