We lounged on the green in Bar Harbor, taking in the harbor view.
We took the western trail around Jordan's Pond. This board walk went on and on and we thought it was particularly magical. When we explained that to a fellow walker we passed on the way she literally laughed at us. Oh, well. Some people see magic, others see a twisted ankle. You can't please everyone all of the time.
Coming down Beech Hill. You can't see Frances because she's on Mark's back. Mark was quite the trooper, carrying Frances around.
On top of Beech Hill. We didn't have Sir with us to give us the usual talk naming each mountain, cove and island, so we recruited this very willing stranger. Plus, his dog cleaned all the Graham Cracker off Frances's face.
Our lobster dinner. No points for originality, I know, but I'll take "yummy" over "original" any day.
Beka, conquering that waves.
We sailed and saw a seal and a porpoise that day. Not bad.
Mark, contemplating the waves.
Frances, taking it all in.
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