Bar Harbor

We have made a winter weekend trip to Bar Harbor with our good friends, Ned and Loel. No lines, no waiting. And the winter rates are just great. We are right on the ocean and I was up early enough to see the sun rise, not a difficult feat for me since I'm a morning person.



It's about 1 degree this morning with a wind chill that would knock your socks off and even the sun looks frigid coming up. We're staying at a motel that is right beside the ferry terminal for the highspeed ferry The CAT, that goes between here and Nova Scotia. If you're looking for a nice vacation trip, this is the place to go. Bruce and I did it last year and drove all over and found this:



and this:




and this:



The first two are the home, or close to the original, of Maud Lewis, a tiny crippled lady (very politically incorrect I know) who is like the Grandma Moses of Canada. I found her work a few years ago and was so excited to stumble on this. The last picture is of some metal sculptures that are attached to every pole on the main street of some town (sorry, can't remember), each piece different.

But I digress. I'm only adding these few pictures because there is no ART to be found here this weekend. Everything is closed up tight, except for the beautiful bookstore on the way to Southesast Harbor, 'Port of Call', and the College of the Atlantic Museum. This museum is chock full of stuffed stuff, like this magnificient eagle,



And then Loel found this traveling box of stuffed birds, beautiful loons, owls, and woodpeckers, all kinds. She's the best birder I know and she knows all the bird calls and can identify one warbler from another. I envy that, but as long as I'm with her I don't need to learn it, too. I'll just keep filling my head with colors and fabrics.