After Mount Washington, Choppy and I headed to Maine. The first stop was Acadia National Park, another park I wanted to see mostly because I hadn’t seen it before. I’m going to go ahead and call it the strangest National Park I have visited. For one, the park is very disjointed – as in, the park is not one large park, but several smaller parks mostly spread across an island that together make up the park. What I found even stranger? Mount Desert Island, the main island making up the park, is very developed. As in, once I got there, I realized that Bar Harbor is on the same island (and yes, some of you New England folks are wondering how I didn’t know this piece of information, but then again, my home in Indiana is almost as close to Key West as it is to Bar Harbor).
And so, with that said, here’s something that some of you probably won’t like: I didn’t really like Acadia. It was pretty, but nothing you can’t see in elsewhere. There were lots of tourists, even though I was there before the high summer season began. And I say this even though it is one of the very few National Parks where dogs are allowed pretty much anywhere. Of course, this didn’t stop me from taking pictures.