Bar Harbor - 1

Greetings from Bah Hahbah -
The day dawned bleak and rainy - or at least with such a mist that it felt just as moist. We breakfasted here at the hotel (which is out of the downtown area) then made our way to the pier area to check on the availability of the different cruises. Deciding on a whale watch tour we returned to the car to get warmer clothes. Dissatisfied with the car's distance from the curb, he wanted to move it closer. It was a great spot on the hill overlooking the bay and a block within the pier area and he had worked so hard to into it. Back and forth, back and forth and back and forth again. A domino effect had started with a Cadillac two cars ahead. He had taken his space and a third of the space behind him. The Traverse parked behind him (and in front of us) was using his allotted 2/3 and borrowing from our space. The car behind was pulled right up to the line so that left 2/3 of a space for us. Not one to shy from a challenge, hubby was sure he could wheedle his way into it. "Why don't you get out and tell me how close I am to the guy behind?" And so it went, back, back "Stop!", pull forward. Back, back, "Stop!" Pull forward. Back and forth. A dozen times. Then I noticed the blue mark in our right front tire. (Oh, oh....)and giving a quick look to the right and the left I spied it - the sign that said Two Hour Parking. This was not good - like Gilligan, we were taking a three hour tour.

I have to say he took it pretty well - got out of the car and crossed the street to a man standing in the doorway of a restaurant. Armed with new info, we were out of that space in quick order and wending our way to the residential area where no restrictions ate applied.

At 12:30 we boarded the boat and being avid sportsmen, we climbed to the top deck. We weren't put off by a little fog! We sat and waited. Then it began to rain. Straight-down drenching rain. We moved swiftly out to sea 25 miles off shore at 40 miles an hour. Whee!...... The radar propellers shoot the water around like the blades in a dishwasher. The wind whips through the four layers of clothing. Your behind is wet from the bench seats that pool the water. I tell you it's the thrill of a lifetime. We were Captain Ahab searching for the grat white. But alas - no Moby Tom, Dick or Harry. Nada.....No luck - No whales. Only seals (which were plentiful and cute.) The fog rolled in and the fog rolled out and in again. It stopped raining but by then it was too late to matter.

Three hours later, we were back in the car and racing to the motel. A hot soak, a change of clothes, a restorative cup of tea and a nap and we were ready to face the world again. Sadder but wiser, we drove back to the downtown and parked in a 2 Hour spot without guilt. We had within the time period. Home again, home again - jiggity jog. In our Jammie's and resting up for tomorrow's adventure - what else? a lighthouse tour by boat. I'll tell you all about i. (smile)