Honeymoon

We went to Maine for our Honeymoon. It was even better than expected! Located on an island and in Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor had a small town feel with quaint restaurants and shops. We took advantage of the great hiking trails the park had to offer and took a 4-hour kayaking adventure...the best! We opted to stay and B&Bs and we would highly recommend them, when possible over hotels. How can you beat a breakfast like this included with your stay? This one was called Nonesuch Farms B&B in Bangor, ME...about an hour from Bar Harbor.

Bangor had a saltwater marshwalk nearby that was peaceful and cool to see...

Here we are by the Penobscot River after eating at Salty Dogs. The restaurant had a fun feel to it, but they served Kevin a salad with about 3 pieces of lettuce, 2 olives, a couple slabs of cheese, and a drizzle of dressing. The waitress should have looked at him and said, "what you are about to order probably won't be sufficient for your dinner," but she was oblivious to anything besides getting our order and handing us the bill.

This is the front of Nonesuch Farm B&B. Great place AND wonderful hosts.

Oh look, a big black poodle. We asked this lady if we could get a picture with her dog and she was honored. We told her that black poodles were, oddly enough, somewhat significant to our engagement story. I will NEVER live it down so I must embrace it!

And here we have the ever so unique Bass Cottage Inn. Very historic. Lovely afternoon/hostess hostess who was French Canadian who became her best friend...although she probably has thousands across the globe. Breakfast (pause) like we have never seen or tasted before.
(the breakfast dining room)

Our breafast. First course (a breakfast has courses?!), homemade muffins and fruit kabobs (seriously! kabobs for breakfast?!) placed on plates drizzled with yogurt.

After 2 hours he was a pro. Look at those guns!

This is me waiting while our guide helped the family with 10-year-old Ry-Ry back into their kayaks for the 2 hour trip back to the harbor. Oh Ry-Ry (short for Ryan), fond memories...probably never did something as active as kayaking in his entire 10-years. I think his mom, who was in the tandem kayak with him, probably had jelly arms for days following.

Here we are at the start of the Beeshive trail.

We passed a couple on the way up who were on their way back down telling us that it was too windy. The "hiking trail"/wall had places where you had to climb rocks and area where it was so steep that they bolted ladders and handles into the rock hang onto.

This is after our fancy dinner night. We went to Cabana...gourmet. The only "chain" establishment we saw on the whole island was out the picture window across from Cabana, it was an Exxon station. Our wonderful best friend back at the B&B wanted to take our picture. She always asked about our day and we'd tell her about our adventures.

I can't remember the name of this trail, but it was a great hike parlty directing us along/through a creek bed. It end at a cave where, on the other side, we put our hammock over the creek. Picturesque.

Our lobster meal! It was on a pier, steamer at the front door for the lobster - nice greeting, had a utility sink to wash the green insides off after breaking the tail off before embarking on the eating part. By the way, fried clams (maybe they were steamed) do not look like the curly fry looking ones that you may be accustomed to eating at Red Lobster. We had to call our waitress back to the table for a demo on how to tackle eating them. We also asked the people a couple tables over what to do when it came to eating the lobster too. They were kind enough to take our picture.

Last day. You kinda hate to say goodbye to such a beautiful place...