Today was dump day. We let ourselves sleep in a little, waking to a chilly but manageable 54 degrees inside the cabin. The dogs had started in their own bed, but during the night one hopped up and I woke to find her curled next to my head.
After coffee and some oat snacks for breakfast, we loaded the truck and headed for the dump. The old metal refrigerator, the stove, and other scrap metal from the camp were finally hauled away. From there, we continued toward Bar Harbor, but first stopped at Home Depot to pick up a new Gorilla Wagon. It’s smaller than the big one I bought earlier, which turned out to be too unwieldy for the marsh. Once we eventually have a proper boardwalk across the marsh, the larger wagon may work, but for now the smaller one will be much more practical.
With the wagon in the truck bed, we drove on to Bar Harbor with the girls. The locals said it wasn’t crowded, but to us it seemed plenty busy. Probably would have been easier if we’d left the dogs behind, but we didn’t want them alone for that long, given that Bar Harbor is about two hours from the cabin. We didn’t venture into Acadia National Park this time, but we did loop back along the Schoodic Peninsula on the return drive. That section is also part of Acadia, though quieter and less developed, with some beautiful coastal views.
We grabbed a late lunch at a roadside stand—lobster rolls and clam chowder. Both were good, though Trudy admitted she’s not sure she fully understands the appeal of lobster rolls. The chowder, however, got her full approval.
We returned to the cabin around 5:30. I assembled the new wagon while Trudy got things settled. After a simple dinner and catching the Phillies game, we called it a night.