Sunday was a day of being quiet and still except for getting the laundry done. I had spoken to some folks that had come down from Acadia National Park and they said the place was empty compared to what normal summer crowds are. Not to worry about getting a camping spot at the non reserve campground called Seawall. This was good news because I was heading up there.
I deliberated as whether or not to take the RV up to the National Park and just tent camp with the Jetta and leave the big rig behind but then the weather changed and Sunday it rained almost all afternoon and evening. Tent camping in the rain sucks even when you put up a blue tarp. Besides it was only two hours away.
I was amazed at the terrain and vegetation changed in that short seventy five mile run from Camden to Desert Island which makes up Acadia National Park. For the first time since Portland, Maine there were open straight stretches of road. The countryside became flatter and the oak trees disappeared; pine, spruce, birch and maple were the dominant trees in the campground. The smooth glaciated granite slabs started to poke through the topsoil. After winding around on the main island interior, finally the road to Seawall broke out onto the flats and there was the Atlantic sending waves into the low rocky shoreline. I’m going to spend about a week in the park and this was a muted but powerful welcome to the scenery that I’ll be seeing a lot of.
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