We have been to Bar Harbor on more than one cruise and it always delights. It is truly postcard beautiful. No matter how hard I try, I have trouble doing Bar Harbor photographic justice. It keeps building but retains its sense of intimacy and simplicity that we find so charming. When we stepped off the ship’s tender we were greeted with this wonderful fountain, some colorful signs and a few lobster traps.
Here are a few shots of a couple of “cottages.”
Jimmy read that at low tide there is a natural bridge across the bay to Bar Island. He thought it would be fun to take the walk and, since we were here at low tide, we decided to opt for the experience.
The Island Path (dipicted above) was sand and stone and gravel. It is about .9 miles long and when you get to the other side you turn around and come back. Some people, mostly young women, walked across in their bare feet. Reminded me of those who walk on burning coals. Why?
Made our required stop at the Atlantic Brewery for a flight of beer.
Then it was time to head back to the ship. A couple of shots along the way.
Here’s a photo of us waiting in line to board the tender.
And one of the ship at anchor.
Bye, bye Bar Harbor.