Walking to Bar Island from Bar Harbor at dusk.
Everything the light touches, eh?
The end of the Wonderland Trail, Southwest Harbor, Acadia
Note the seaweed between her paws: no idea why she put it there, didn’t chew on it, just chilled with it.
Hiking some more
Hiking in Acadia
We accidentally took the wrong path and later ended up scaling some rock walls before throwing in the towel and turning around. Suki was an incredibly good sport about the whole thing.
Suki: Nice try, guys. Fool me once and all that.
Also in Belfast: Twins!
After her initial freakout, a confused Suki comes to grips with the fact that the bear is a fake. “I thought it might be my cousin,” she told us later, disappointment tinging her voice. Looks just like him.”
Final pit stop before Acadia in the funky little town of Belfast. Suki thought this (statue? art installation?) was real. Not kidding. An actual dog was to our left, this thing was on the right, and she was jumping around, sniffing this bear-boat like crazy, completely oblivious to the live animal passing her by.
This is also the same stop where she drank a ton of salt water, so, you know.
Obligatory Suki Riding in Car photo
On our way to Seawall Campground, near Southwest Harbor
We’re all melting
It’s 97 degrees today. Thunderstorms are imminent and Suki is panting, panting, panting. Inside we have the air on high - 300 dollar energy bills and the environment be damned - but it still feels like the only thing to do is pass out in a puddle of sweat or drool (as the case may be). Instead, I’m sitting at the table with a cup of iced coffee, avoiding work, dreaming of Northern Maine.
Waiting for water, Acadia National Park, Maine
