Day 8: A Cadillac and a glass of wine

I’m sitting in the little baby Prius rental at the summit of Cadillac Mountain looking at a wall of dense fog wondering what it looks like beyond that. I imagine it’s the Atlantic Ocean spotted with little Maine-owned islands. I’d wonder if anyone other than seals and eagles inhabit them. Or maybe it’s more mountains, I’m not quite sure which way I’m facing and it’s been raining since yesterday.

You need a reservation to drive up Cadillac this year, it’s $6 and mine was for 7:30 this morning. I think I might hang out up here until the rain stops which should be sometime in the next 4 hours, we’ll see.

Yesterday’s change of plans meant last night was very quiet for me and provided a lot of time to think; I have a feeling today will be the same. But having the opportunity to slow down and get serious time to be in my head without the woes and worries of work or people or plans really is good for the soul, even if that sounds a little clichè. Cheers to clearing your head while literally in the clouds!


I splurged on a lobster roll and clam chowder dinner with a glass or three of white wine to say farewell to New England in the most touristy of ways tonight. I wonder if true Mainers spend an arm and a leg for lobster on the regular or if it’s become more of a tourist trap. Either way, I’ll bite.

I sat seaside watching the clouds loom and the seagulls fly as the waves crashed into shore. I’d wished that the weather wasn’t so crappy, selfishly I wanted to see all the things in the most beautiful light and am bummed the high seas canceled the plans I had for the afternoon. It wasn’t until I was ready to leave to head up to Bangor that the clouds finally parted and blue skies found their way to Acadia.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a slight ping of rage rather than an awe of relief. I’d waited up at the summit of the mountain for hours hoping for just a peek beyond the fog and lingered at the restaurant far longer than normal until the time that I absolutely had to head out of town came. Then the sun decides to come out? There’s a lesson to be learned this week, I know it.

I’m looking forward to going home though, I miss Bo and Ag. I miss my routine and I’m excited to focus on the priorities in life that I’ve been working towards. Good things are happening and even better things are coming.

Tomorrow: home.

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