Maine! My camera battery was on its last legs this day, so I'm surprised any of these came out at all. We spent most of it driving around exploring Acadia National Park. Took it pretty easy on our citified-selves, hiking the trail (and off-trailing it a bit for some rock clambering) from Newport Cove to the Thunder Hole (not especially thunderous that day.) Then we drove up to the top of Cadillac Mountain, the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard, and peered down across all the little islands like jelly beans in the bay. Everything reminded me so much of home, including the little woolybear caterpillar we befriended in the parking lot.
It had been so long since I had been in a real, proper National Park, the kind that overwhelms me and allows no room in my mind for politics or cynicism, leaving me in quiet awe of the continent I happen to have been born on. I hadn't yet experienced that feeling on this side of the country. It was familiar and foreign, all at once.
