|Pat, Walter, Terry and Jessie - the intrepid campers|
Terry drove us straight to Acadia National Park because we had to check in to the campsite that he had reserved for us in a somewhat rugged but pleasant wooded area. Terry was in a frenzy about getting the tent erected and all his gear organized. Unfortunately, Walter, Pat and I were not much help. We always camped in nice hotels and knew nothing about erecting a tent. So we all just stood around watching Terry, carrying things from the car, and holding things for him. The tent was actually very nice and large enough for all four of us and Jessie.
|Clark freezing his toes|
The next morning Terry rocketed out of his sleeping bag ready to scale the mountain peaks. The rest of us sort of crawled out of ours and staggered to the rustic outhouses and then wanted to go to town for a big breakfast. However, Terry had brought lots of “camping food” and he prepared some kind of crude camping breakfast that we ate instead.
|Terry and Jessie with Pat and Walter|
Terry (the Great Outdoorsman) wanted to try some rock climbing and we finally gave in to his wishes. We found a rock climbing area that didn’t look too treacherous. We locked Jessie in the car (in a shaded area with the windows slightly open) and proceeded climbing. Terry was gung ho about it. Walter, Pat and I were willing to try climbing over a few reasonably convenient rocks. It was mostly an interesting and enjoyable time for a while. However, Terry left us in his wake and we kept climbing without noticing that the path was disappearing and the rocks were getting more difficult to climb on. The vista was wonderful and just kept getting better the higher we climbed. I think we were mesmerized by the whole experience, especially by the view. However, we suddenly realized that we were climbing a very steep rock cliff and we didn’t have any idea how to climb safely on that cliff. Terry had disappeared above us and Walter had wisely given up below us. Pat had done very well and I was careful to stay with her, but we realized that we had gone rogue and needed to cease and find a way off those steep rocks. It took us a while, but we were able to find a fairly safe way down the rocks without any cliff diving or parachuting without the chute. It was invigorating and we were able to take some very nice photos, but we were also lucky that we didn’t get hurt or require rescue by the Park Rangers.
|Pat and Terry enjoying the view|
|Clark and Pat were we should not have gone|
Unfortunately the weather decided to rain (pour) on us during our last afternoon and evening in the park. Terry was outside digging trenches around the tent to channel the water away. Proud camper that he was, he insisted that we stay with the tent. However, the rest of us were very cold, tired and hungry. Pat decided that she had had enough. Walter agreed and said he would drive her to some rental cottages outside the park. Pat was also taking the dog. Well, I didn’t want to stay in the rain with a wet Terry when I could be dry and cozy with Pat and Jessie. Terry argued for a while, but finally also agreed to join us. We rented two a very nice small cottages and one had a full kitchen. Terry went out and bought some live lobsters and some other food and we had a very enjoyable, warm and dry evening cooking and enjoying our lobsters.
|Hanscomb's Cottages were we took refuge from the rain|
It was pleasant to remember that trip and our good friends Terry and Walter while writing this letter.