Weather just about the same as yesterday. Cool, damp, no hard rain though. We'd seen Acadia yesterday and the views didn't show any promise of improving, so set off in an easterly direction on US 1 to see more of the coastline. Some pretty views along the way, notably the falls at Machias. Our short-term destination was Lubec, home of the Quoddy Head Lighthouse, the easternmost point in the United States. It was a nice lighthouse, very scenic and very deserted. The visitors center doesn't open until (you guessed it) Memorial Day weekend. So we took a walk around the grounds, took some pictures, and headed back to the car. Our maps (and my prior research) told us that we were just a few short miles from Campobello Island, New Brunswick, where FDR had spent many summers as a boy and a young man. We had our passports, so why not? Crossed the bridge, went through Canadian customs, and were soon on the island. Of course I had done my homework and wanted to get a cache or two on the island. We headed down a dirt road to Raccoon Beach where a cache awaited. After finding the cache, we walked down the stairs to the beach, which was very rocky with some interesting rocks. I chose one to bring home, and later discovered Steve had done the same. After coming back to the car, discovered there was another cache .2 down the trail called Coopers Camp cache. Now we're the Coopers, and we are camping, so sounded like a good plan. Steve didn't want to hike, so moved the car to the trailhead and took a short nap while I loaded up with the pepper spray (not sure just how handy that would have been had I encountered wildlife) and took off down the trail. I was rewarded with some beautiful coastline views of the Bay of Fundy, but not with the cache. I had given myself a 15 minute time limit to Steve, and had limited time. With less than 100 feet to go, I needed to go into the heavily wooded area and just couldn't find any kind of opening at all. So reluctantly I started back, made it only 5 minutes late, and we moved on. We were looking for any type of souvenir place for Steve, and thought we were following the main road around the island. It soon proved not to be, so we turned around. We saw where we made our mistake, but Steve just wanted to go on to the FDR cottage, which I'd told him about, then start back to the campground. I think we would have found businesses had we gone down the other road. Oh well.
We went to the cottage area, and - yep - not open until this weekend. As in tomorrow. We walked around the outside, peered in a few windows, and walked down to the dock. Found a cache there, was a bit of a challenge but finally got it. Pulled it out of its hiding place and was signing the log when a group of people came down the hill. Caught red-handed, or "muggled" as in geo-words. Had nothing to lose so I told them what I was doing. None had ever heard of it or were that interested in taking anything, so all was well. I was the first to find it this year, and a travel bug had been in the cache since last fall. So good that I was there.
Headed back over the bridge, cleared US customs, then started on the drive back to Bar Harbor. Once we were back, I started dinner while Steve worked on something. Can't remember what. Anyway, my plan was to try the campfire pizza recipe I'd seen shortly before the trip. Involved a tube of pizza dough, sauce on it, cheese & toppings, then roll it all up in foil and place on the campfire. After the recommended time, it was partly still uncooked dough and partly burned. Epic fail. So plan B was to head into town, we stopped at a Wendy's in the nearby town of Ellsworth and had dinner there as we didn't see either of the pizza places that Siri had given me information on.
When we returned, Steve took down the screen house since it was dry, and I did a load of laundry since we had lots of wet and dirty towels and such. Only did the one load, not all of our stuff, since one load, to wash and dry, cost us almost $5. We had enough clean clothing to last us the rest of the trip. More wifi, checking the forecast for New Hampshire which didn't look too promising, and then to bed.
Max woke us up at about 4 in the morning to go outside. By this time we had a steady rain and going out in it was about the last thing I wanted to do. But Max had not yet, on the trip anyway, expressed a need to go out in the middle of the night. So we knew it was needed. Let him do his thing, then took him into the bathroom so I could do my thing (since I was up) and back to the tent. This was technically the start of Day 8 so I will continue in my next post....
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