As we were driving on highway 1, we saw a sign that said "Tidal Falls" and turned down the road. Dennis and I had read about tidal falls - they reverse course with the tides - and we wanted to see one. We missed the turnoff the first time, but found it on our way back toward highway 1. This tidal falls was more like a tidal rapids, but the water was clearly flowing inland as the tide was rising.
Notice water flow from right to left as tide comes in.
After several photos, we jumped back in the car and continued toward Schoodic Point resisting all other lovely vistas in order to get there as the tide was coming in. It was well worth the effort. I could say that Schoodic Point was rocky and windswept, but that doesn't even come close to describing the power of wind and waves on this desolate point of land. It filled us with awe. We spent lots of time taking pictures.
Schoodic Peninsula
Then, we headed back up the other side of the peninsula and stopped for a few more photos. We knew that the whole Schoodic Peninsula was having an art fair on Sunday, too. There were signs everywhere. We stopped at a place that had fused glass and had a lengthy conversation with the artist and his wife. They were very friendly and so glad to have lots of people visiting.
We decided to go up to the top of Cadillac Mountain when we got back to Mount Desert Island. We wanted to see the view on a clear day. It was beautiful. There were not too many people there because we were so late in the day. From the top we could see the whole island and all of the smaller islands around Acadia. Since we knew we were heading out on Monday, we decided to do laundry and go out to a lobster place for dinner, fulfilling my goal of eating lobster every day while we were on the Maine coast.
From atop Cadillac Mountain -contrast with previous post.
This morning we drove along the coastal highway to Machias and then headed north and west across Maine to highway 201, The Old Canada Road, to begin our trek home. We drove for a really long time and found that many small towns do not have motels for travelers. We found the Bingham Motor Inn in Bingham and pulled in. The woman who owns the place was a stitch - very friendly and chatty and she gave us a set of directions to find two falls in case we wanted to go exploring. My observation about this town is that there are no restaurants! The two in town are closed (one is for sale), but the grocery store and gas station and quick pick store all sell pizza! Dennis is planning to write a country song about this.
The two falls we learned about are Houston Woods Falls in Bingham and Moxie Falls several miles north. I had heard about Moxie Falls, the tallest falls in New England, and planned on stopping there on Tuesday. So I wheedled Dennis into going out to see what Houston Woods Falls looked like. We found the location and could hear the falls as soon as we started down the path - so we thought it would just be a quick walk. Fortunately, we took our walking sticks! Although it was not a long path - about a half mile - it was very rough, climbing over lots of large knotty roots. The path was not a little walk in the woods. It included crossing over a brook on what can only be described as an old rickety bridge. The walk was worth it; the falls are beautiful. So we climbed around to get pictures from different angles. Tomorrow we will cross into Canada to head west for a few days in Canada.
Worth the walk, even on this bridge!
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