There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Acadia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acadia. Show all posts

11 September 2011

no pressure in Acadia

 The stress of life was building, the pressure mounting inside, ready to explode. I needed to get away, outside, and be free.
So I headed to New England for the Labor day weekend, and it turned out to be the perfect place to unwind.
I arrive in Southwest harbor mid Saturday morning, to quiet streets lined with kitschy Mom and Pop shops. I find a little place to get a bite to eat, filled with so many antiques to keep my mind busy until the food arrives.
After lunch, I find a hike to Beech mountain. The lush greenery captivates me.



I make it to the top of the mountain, and get my first glimpse of the whole area from above. Islands of green in a sea of blue dotted with fishing boats.
It's time for me to check in. I decided to stay in a New England Bed & Breakfast, the Harbour Cottage Inn. Built in the 1800's, the classic style and charm are just what one needs to relax.


With mile after endless mile of old carriage roads that wind through the entire of Acadia National Park, I quickly rent a bike from SouthWest Cycles and hit the trail. I ride for hours, conquering hill after hill.



 I make it to the top of Acadia's highest point, Cadillac Mountain, to see the sun set over the harbours. I sit at Sands beach, watching reeds slowly bend in the soft wind, families playing in the water, enjoying the day. I stand on rocks at the shoreline, and get soaked with the incoming tide.


I have found a place that allows the soul to meet the body, and I'm under pressure no more, at least for a little while.