A couple of weeks ago we decided to take a 'detour' to Mt. Desert Island. It's quiet and remote and essentially uninhabited this time of year. In other words, our kind of place!
We stopped at Sand Beach and climbed up a path that led to an overlook on the cliff in the background. The temp was around 8 degrees F ...no idea what the windchill was...but the view out over the ocean was worth every minute of frozen faces, feet, and hands!
My son and I decided to ford this stream by jumping it. He fared better than I did. The sand gave way just as I leaped and...well...you get the idea. My hip found the rocks...my foot found the water...but I'll take a giant purple bruise to a refreshing arctic bath any day!
Up the path to an overlook...
A woodpecker's hole in a hollowed out tree...
A gorgeous maze of granite rock...boulders...
weathered smooth on the beach
Young Andrew was thrilled to be following the map into all these new locations...and especially thrilled to find so many signs and roads dedicated to bikes. His dream is to make bike routes...just like roads...with exits, and exit ramps, and signage...the whole deal!
A lovely house we passed as we wandered the roads circling the island...I adore this pale green with red and white trim...
And the beautiful old Inn overlooking the ocean in Bar Harbor...
but our favorite part was wandering
the frozen icicle and snow encrusted
beauty of beach and cliffs.