Every year, Chris and I pile our backpacks into the car, hope gas prices are low and traffic volume follows suit, and we make the long trek up to Bar Harbor, ME. I don’t know what it is about this little part of Maine that makes us return every summer (or fall, depending on moving and babies and other Sparling-type chaos), but we love it.
Our days usually start at the 2 Cats Restaurant, where the food is endlessly awesome and they actually have two cats trotting around the place. I like that. They named it 2 Cats and they meant it. I admire their commitment to Sparkle Motion.
In Acadia National Park, we found this staircase leading down from the main Park Loop road to a beach lined with sea-polished rocks. Like others before us, we built some creatures (like this majestic … rock rat) and we also saw a giant unicorn horn.
We took some photos to prove that we were there. (Only we don’t have any photos together – such are the perils of traveling as a couple in a national park, without a place to set the camera and attempt the awkward self-timer shots where one of us is always blurry from running to make it into the shot.) Basically, it looks like I went to Bar Harbor by myself.
Chris and I explored a lot of little side trails, sometimes ending up down a hillside and wondering how to get back up.
We also did the Jordan Pond hike, which is a really walk around the pond and then back to Jordan Pond Tea House for popovers and tea. Only during the course of our walk, I saw the biggest freaking spider I have ever seen in my life. I can’t post a photo of it on here because I do not want to visit my own blog and see it. But I did put it on Flickr. Consider yourself warned – it’s MASSIVE!!
Diabetes-wise, it was not an ideal trip. Our full day at the park started with a low blood sugar (<60 mg/dL) that didn’t give up for over three hours. I spent the majority of the morning drinking juice and thrashing through test strips in efforts to keep tabs on my plummeting numbers. Then, of course, the rebound high kicked in a few hours later, leaving me between 180 – 220 mg/dL for another few hours. It was frustrating, and it kind of wiped me out. I didn’t have the energy to attempt some of the tougher climbs and hikes because I was drained from such a long low. I was kind of bummed out about it, to he honest.
When we were on the rock beach, I saw that many of the rocks were this blue-ish, gray shade, all polished and nice and waiting to be united for diabetes.
I took out my diabetes frustrations on the rocks, piling them up and appreciating the pun. Because PWD, and the people who love them, rock.
[Looking for more photos that look exactly like other photos I’ve taken in Maine? 😉 Check out the Flickr set!]