Whitney and I crossed from Detroit through Canada to Niagara Falls and then just kept getting it.
Niagara Falls: not all it’s cracked up to be. When I see photos of the falls and think about waterfalls in general, nature is what I’m picturing. Yosemite Falls is nestled right in a little valley of the Sierra Nevada mountains (nature) and Niagara in a concrete laden Vegas strip of the east coast. Parking is expensive and finding a public restroom is 100% impossible. Aside from all that the falls are massive and very waterfall-like.
We checked off the mountains of Vermont and New Hampshire on the way to Acadia National Park in Maine. Unfortunately, we were too awestruck by the rolling mountain landscape that we failed to stop and take photos. The lack of photos shouldn’t mislead you into believing it’s not worth a visit though.
As you can tell Acadia National Park is a gorgeous place. Apparently one of the lesser known National Parks, Acadia still packs a punch by combining mountains, lakes, rivers, forests, and the ocean. Positioned on the northeast corner of our country the park is scattered around the different harbors close to Bar Harbor, Maine but it doesn’t have just one defined entry and exit. Instead this park has protected many smaller park areas that do not always border each other with residential and commercial properties intermixed between them. But we made it to a check in station of course, mainly to get the coveted park map.
Be sure to take a good look at the photos, one of them shows the Beehive hike, where you can see the people hiking up the raw side of the rock (2nd photo above). Yeah we climbed that rock, and yeah I wasn’t even freaked out. My fear of heights is starting to retract just a little after a year full of adventure.
Wish we would have been here a little later in the year when all the colors changed. A few more days in the Northeast to go, and some gems of disc golf courses still to hit.