As we drive from SW Harbor through Seal Harbor to Bar Harbor, it’s like we’re in a giant forest and indeed the Acadia national park was established before WWI by men who wanted to preserve the wilderness on the island that attracted the rich to build huge homes on the water. If they hadn’t, we wouldn’t have anything left; just big houses. Rockefeller and Vanderbilt led the charge and a gentleman named Doer petitioned Congress for years to create the National Park. Yesterday we took a trolley ride and went up to the top of the forest and down to the rocks that the sea batters. We visited Thunder Hole where the water rushes in and creates a giant air pocket that booms as the water rushes out. Boom! On the TV is bad news … The Naval Yard killings and the Boulder floods brought on partly by the fires last year that destroyed all the trees that would have protected the land. We prepare beautiful dinners while the news tells of the suffering. I pray that God bless us… Moira and I drove to a place on a protected area and only a few homes back there… Moira calls it the Spirit House because the owners (an artist and a poet) say there are mostly good spirits and only one bad spirit there. Moira maintains the house for the couple, opening and closing the house and providing help with small maintenance tasks. She loves the couple who come up for a few months in the summer and create their art. I helped Moira and I felt the creativity in the air of this eccentric "camp" of many small buildings… a living area, an art creation house, a boat house for sleeping. WOW! The land is on a cove; the sleeping/boat house is on the beach that is really a beach, but at high tide will fill up all the way to the house. Two days of sunshine and we are going to test Maine’s generosity… tomorrow we plan to sail! God bless you.
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