April 15th 2017
A little scrambling on the rocks...the view was amazing
Back into the woods heading to the summit
having some lunch and then we will make our way back down the mountain. What a great day!
An afternoon at Acadia National Park in Winter-Lost Manson on Eagle Lake, Duck Brook Bridge and Sand Beach
Our first stop was at Eagle Lake headed to the lost mansion. Picture at the little dam and water house
1.4 mile walk to find the abandoned trail to the Lost Mansion Arches
after we showed the grandkids the lost mansion we headed toward sand beach. On the way out of Eagle lake fire road I had thought we might walk to the old water filtration tower in the woods on the other side of the road but there was too much snow so this will have to be a hike in the summer while we are camping. Just down the road a short way I noticed Duck Brook Road and wanted to see what was at the end. What we found was the Duck Brook bridge that we see in post cards with the turets. Very nice find...it goes into the carriage road trail and Witch hole loop.
we could not come to Acadia and not drive to sand beach. today was rather cool but a very nice day. Young Daniel Boone sanding on the rock
fine day this was...it is always beyond fine when we come to Bar Harbor Maine.
We heard Acadia National Park had some great trails for snowmobiling so thought we would give it a try.
So we headed to Cadillac Mountain on sleds this weekend. There are approx. 27 miles of snowmobile trails at ANP. Part of it goes up the mountain to the summit and the other part goes through the loop road and part of the east side of Eagle lake to connect at the Park loop road at Bubble road. We planned on doing it all today.
There were alot of hikers and snow bikers heading up the mountain. We passed two snowshoers heading up the mountain and they asked how far up to the summit. I told them I thought it was about 3.5 miles...7 miles round trip...they were going to walk another hour and then reassess...their decision. I was glad that we were on the sleds, I was pretty sure we would make it to the summit today
The views were just beginning to get spectacular when we had to turn around. I tried to get everyone to ditch the sleds and walk the rest of the way to the summit...but I was the only one that thought that was a good idea, so we turned around.
heading back down the mountain we met up with the two that were snowshoeing up the mountain and they were coming back down too. I told them that we didn't make it to the summit either...they saw the tow line and smiled.
only thing left that we could do this day is go to Pat's Pizza for lunch and then drive around the loop road and wish we were on it with our sleds.
Looking up toward Beehive from the bottom of the cliffs.
one last ladder wrung to the top. The view is stunning. The sun is shining brightly today in the mid seventies.
heading toward the Bowl. The leaves are on fire!!!! It was one beautiful sight.
it took a few hours to climb the beehive and then head down by the bowl...and we were pretty hungry by then. So found a picnic area and started a fire for a few hot dogs. It was still very early so after a break to get our wind back we headed to find Schoodic Point.
After visiting Bar Harbor today and our hike to the Beehive completed earlier than we thought it would be we headed back to Ellsworth to pick up Route one towards Gouldsboro, Winter Harbor. It is about 19 miles from Ellsworth. Once there and following directions leading to Schoodic Point, Acadia National Park we found ourselves at the Schoodic Woods Campground. This is very new and first year in service. We spoke with a Park Ranger at the information center. There are many bike and hiking trails in the area along with six miles of coastal scenery to enjoy. A park pass is required, same as with in the park on MDI. We drove through the campground which was hot top roads leading to the campsites. There were options for camping, tent sites, camper sites and "hike in camp sites." Options for primitive, water and/ or electric, are throughout the park. The campground was full today and Monday is the last day for the season. The Park Ranger said it has been at 95-100% occupancy all summer 2016 and it can be reserved up to six months early so if interested should be contacted at any time now for season 2017. We drove around and everyone camping today was very friendly with a hardy wave of the hand as we passed by. I wasn't sure to begin with what was meant by "hike in sites" but gathered...you park and carry belongings, tent, etc into the woods for a more private camping experience. Maybe for those young kids that live to hike and bike who haven't had the years added to their bodies. Definitely used to be the way we liked to camp, but not so much anymore. We like conveniences and this campground had them with RV sites and water and electric and bike/hike trails virtually just by stepping outside your camper.
The rocks on this coastline are tumbled and while standing up by the road I heard peaceful music coming from them as the waves receded back into the ocean. The tumbling of the rocks under the waves when they pulled away sounded like pipe music.
This coastline is very picturesque. We drove the One Way loop road finding there were many turn offs to check out the scenery along the way. Great panoramic view of Frenchman's bay and in the horizon I could see the mountain's of Bar Harbor. What looked to be Pementic, Dorr, Cadillac and a few others that at this time I can't name. The weather was getting a little cloudy as we drove so not able to get a good shot of the mountains with my camera. We will need to come back here for some hiking in the near future and climb Schoodic Head. I hear there are three trails that lead to the summit so will need to research for which one would be our best option.
Pink Granite above
These are large veins of dark basalt that forced their way through the older granite along the Schoodic shoreline. Both the older granite, and the much darker basalt, are igneous rocks that were formed from the cooling of magma during past volcanic activity. The contrast between these two can easily be seen throughout the peninsula. Basalt dikes are seen around the coastline sandwiched in the granite and fall off as the force of the waves over time crashes and weaken their hold. One shows as the one in the water in darker color
Bar Island, Bar Harbor
walked over to Bar Island. We will have to hike this one of these days. This is one spot you can try your hand at making your own unique cairn.
Catching a ride with some cute hunks along the way.
Not an easy thing to do at Jordan's Pond...finding a parking spot...but today we did...so we stopped.
walked to the lost Manson on Eagle lake
Silly times, having fun
While heading to the lighthouse we stopped at a store for a few waters and on the window was this poster. Dave and I will head back down to get a book and an autograph from the author. So excited!
The grandkids were home for a few weeks from the Carolina's so one of our places to hike this summer was to a plane wreck in Maine.
At Moosehead lake in Greenville, drive north on Lily Bay Road for six or so miles. We were looking for this B-52 site sign on the right hand side of the road which lead to a dirt road on the right as well.
Elephant Mountain is 2,636 feet above sea level looks some what like an elephant’s body, head and tusks from a distance. There are no trails to the summit but a trail at the base leads to the B-52 crash site.
a few maps I found on the internet
On January 24th 1963, the weather was very cold in the teens during the day and to below zero nightly. In Massachusetts nine Air Force members set out on a mission to fly through mountain terrain and chose the Maine Mountains instead of the Carolina's on a training mission at low levels to avoid Soviet radar technology. They were to simulate entering enemy airspace below radar and travel as close to the ground as they could. The plane had difficulties at 500 feet. The order was given to climb above the turbulence as the plane ascended there was a loud noise. The vertical stabilizer broke.
At the Boeing B-52 crash site. You can only get there via walking or by snowmobiling. This is a short walk through the base of Elephant Mountain.
Walking in to the site was a sobering feeling even so many years later. The last time we were here was in the middle of winter on our snowmobiles and most of what we see today was under the snow.
The plane started to plummet.The pilot Dante Bulli lost control of the plane. A few seconds later the plane crashed into Elephant Mountain. Before the plane crashed Bulli ordered the crew to abandon. Only the upper deck were able to eject and those in the lower deck did not have ejection seats and would have had to parachute but just wasn't enough time or elevation to do so. Pilot Dante Bulli, navigator Gerald Alder and Maj. Robert J. Morrison all ejected. Bulli landed upright dangling in a tree 30 feet in the air in his seat with fractured skull, ribs and an injured leg. Alder landed without his parachute opening, the level of snowfall on the mountain saved his life. He is the only person to be ejected from an airplane without the parachute opening and survive. He was in bad shape with frostbite, broken ribs, fractured skull and an injured leg. His landing crushed his seat so that his survival kit was not accessible. He was able to get his unused parachute out and cover himself up for the night. He was in a comma for five days after being rescued. Bulli was able to climb out of the tree, dig a hole in the snow and use his sleeping bag from his survival kit for the night. He inflate a raft, which the helicopter rescuers were able to locate them by. Both men stated that they remembered the strange sense of quiet that night, but neither remembered the plane hitting the mountain. Neither knew that the other was alive. Morrison died when he crashed into a tree head first. The other crew went down with the plane. It was difficult getting to the site via snowmobiles and rescue vehicles because the territory was vast wilderness, the terrain was impossible, but still the sled tried to make it in, but one complication after another took place. The had to use helicopters, snowshoes and primitive snowmobiles. The next day twenty hours later rescuers arrived by helicopter to rescue the survivors. Bulli and Alder were still alive. Bulli recovered months later and went on to flying again at one point serving at Loring Air Force base in Maine. Alder retired after fifteen months of recovery in a hospital from the frost bite, pneumonia, and gangrene that set into his leg, having his leg amputated to save his life. He went on to retire from the Air Force as a captain to become a Lawyer and City Councilman for California. Thirty years later a commemorative service took place at Moosehead River Snowmobile club as a memorial ride was commencing to take off. Alder visited the site again after thirty years. That weekend in 1993 Dave and I pulled into the snowmobile club on our sleds while the service was taking place and the sleds were lining up for a snowmobile ride to the plane crash site.
The property where the plane crashed is owed by Plum Creek Timber Company and Scott Paper Company. Years ago all this property from the crash was cleared away. A few years ago it was all returned from what a sign displayed at the site said. Some things were not removed at that time though because they are embedded into the ground where they landed when the plane crashed. This site is a no harvest site.
The 40-foot-tall vertical stabilizer remains where it landed, 1 -1/2 miles from the other wreckage. About 10 miles away, at the clubhouse for the Moosehead Riders snowmobile club, newspaper clippings, Bulli’s parachute and Adler’s ejection seat are on display.
Gerald Adler, the navigator of a B-52 that crashed in the Maine woods.
what a day. I was told by a co-worker that there was a geocache in the area of Elephant Mountain so we thought we would give it a try and find it. This turned out to be a fun adventure. Gotta love smartphones for coordinates. In a short time we found what we were looking for.
While up visiting Mike and Denise on Madagascal Pond the rain stopped so we hopped on the wheelers for a ride around the lake. I have to smile because Mike has the air conditioner on.
We headed toward the windmills...
Always a good time to stop and talk. Before the windmills this was a rabbit trail. You could never see the lakes and streams nor Mt. Katahdin .
Thanks for a good afternoon Mike and Denise
Dave and I headed to Northeast Harbor for a picnic lunch with Sheila and Bryan Saturday July 30th before heading to Bass Harbor to see the Bass Harbor lighthouse along with other places in mind for the day.
We stopped at the little store in Northeast Harbor for water and Whallah!!!! This flyer below was posted on the entry way. What a find! I would not have known that Ronald Epp was having a book signing just a few streets down the road otherwise. I felt very fortunate to see this posted. Wednesday at 530 created a problem but we made it work. I was wondering if he would remember that he wrote on our blog...
We drove down to the Northeast Harbor library after work and got there a little early, I didn't want to be late. The room was over flowing at the library as we waited for Mr. Epp to start speaking. As we waited we listened to the buzz of men that sat behind us as they spoke about their high sea adventures, politics, tea and spirits with friends and the windjammer parade that took place the day before at Somes Sound. I looked it up online...and sure enough there was a windjammer parade on August 2nd. We could have sat at Suminsby Park sipping tea and watched it if we had been around. Lots of cool things happen in Bar Harbor during the week.
Everyone around us looked and spoke like they were from the harbor. We definitely looked like we were from away.
I couldn't wait to delve into the pages and begin the reading. I was interested from the very start when I paid for my book and sat down to wait for the presentation to begin, I began to read the first few pages of the Foreward setting it down when Mr. Epp began to speak. It was all very interesting right from the beginning.
Ronald spoke of his wife Elizabeth and how they came to be summer residents of Bar Harbor and her desires helping at Acadia as a volunteer with tours during the summer season, one of her favorites was volunteering as a guide at George Dorr's Old Farm. She loved to tell the story and keep Mr. Dorr's memory alive. Mr. Epp shared the history that lead up to his writing of the book. I was impressed with his telling of the story, with so many details and accounts, important names and specific dates. A timeline of some that I knew and much that I didn't. He had a great appreciation of all things including mentioning the artwork on the walls of the library and asked the Event Coordinator/Librarian, when she started to cover them up with a screen-to keep them visible. Something that I also noticed for the talented artists. During his lecture I was to learn that Maureen Fournier wrote the Foreward and to my right she sat very proud but humble (if that is even possible to be proud and humble) as Mr. Epp acknowledged her for doing so. She had also made a comment on my blog when I posted of Dorr Mountain a few months ago. Mr Epp covered lots of interesting facts and last minute surprises leading to present day, one that changed the ending of his book and kept me in awe as to the possibilities that these things came to be as they did. Before I knew it his presentation was over. The time seemed quickly to pass. It was a successful and great night for me.
Ronald did remember us from his comment to our blog, as he was writing the On Foot with Dave and Dotti he paused and said he knew that name...he smiled and finished the signing. I was feeling happy about that. He told me to never stop writing, that I too had a story to tell. After signing our book we had a few minutes to chat with him. We were talking about some of the old trails and why they took them out of the trail book and he explained people take things from these sites for memorabilia and some trails become hazardous and hard to upkeep for all the traffic on them daily, for the damage to the living creatures and plant life. It all made sense to me, I kinda knew that as I am cautious and conscious to my surrounding but maybe others, not so much.
all the proceeds from the book signing today went to support Acadia National Park. Acadia became a National Park in 1916, this book was published in the year of Acadia's Centennial Celebration 2016. We recently became Friends of Acadia, so glad we are also giving back to help support our National Park so that we can enjoy it for many years to come and our children's, children's, children, will be able to enjoy and walk the same paths that we now set foot to and have the opportunity to join in celebration of Acadia National Park's Bicentennial 2116. The same dreams that George Dorr, Charles Elliot and John D Rockerfeller Jr. hoped for is our dream as well.
Stopping off at Ernie's Art Gallery along the way. I love his Artistic designs.
Dave and I have always tried to head to Sargent Drive when we come to Bar Harbor to picnic at this park. It is always a very peaceful place to relax. It has BBQ grills if we are so inclined to bring something to cook instead of sandwiches. It is a very quite and inviting place to sit and relax. There always seems to be a nice breeze blowing here.
The two fellows sitting at the picnic table in front of us in the picture below stopped to talk with Dave. It appears one man was a descendant of Charles Elliot, from the Charles Elliot's of Bar Harbor. He said he has lived in Northeast Harbor for many years. He told Dave there was a court case recently about property rights. He didn't talk about it much but I got curious and looked it up on line in the Maine Quarterly. All properties in question, according to the lawsuit, once were owned by Charles W. Elliot, president of Harvard University and one of the founders of Acadia National Park. That's the cool thing on MD, everyone is so open to tell their stories and give you little tid-bits of history and the internet has all the rest to fill in the pieces.
Changing the subject somewhat Mr. Elliot went on to tell Dave that this park was named after the man that owned it and lived here years ago. The Man was Bob Suminsby. He was a famous real estate broker in the area along with his wife Kathryn in Northeast Harbor. He died of cancer. Elliot said that the whole town loved Bob so much for all he did. They mourned this loss that when he died they wanted a memorial for him and this property was donated and they made a park out of it in his memory the same park that we just found out today that used to be the local dump. Who would have thunk it! It was a little disturbing to me that the dump would be so close to the waterfront. Walking down on the rocks that lead to the ocean there was shiny little sparkles everywhere. On closer inspection I found this to be a beach of sea glass in different stages of completion. There is no doubt about it...this is such a pretty little park.
at Somes Sound today there was a fleet of sailboats having a race. Mr. Elliot told Dave these racing sail boats are all wood and one boat could cost up of one million dollars. Elliot told Dave he owned on years ago. It was an interesting story and to watch them racing to the fog horn blowing. We enjoyed the sight while eating our lunch.
where did the name Somes Sound come from
A fun little read.