Maine

This is the bridge between mainland Maine and Deer Isle.  We were on our way to Stonington for the view and dinner.

Stonington, Maine is a beautiful harbor town.

It is a major port for fine fresh seafood.  The refrigerated semi trucks were rolling onto the docks and loading at night.  I could imagine them pulling up to the back door of a very fine restaurant in New York or Boston to unload.

Maine in autumn, lobster boats, and fall color.

Fort Knox, in Bucksport, Maine dates to 1844, to guard against the British.   

My father built this house, and I lived in it when I was about four years old.

The water in a nearby stream made endless patterns.

Wave crashing against the granite of Schoodic Point at sunset.

The vast ocean horizon.

My mother, at sunset, on Little Moose Island.

Maine Coast in Rain and Fog

The day I picked to visit the Atlantic Ocean was a rainy, foggy, wet and cold day.  This made the rocks slippery, the colors vibrant, and the experience brief.

A few more from Maine

To finish up my series of posts of photos from our Maine vacation, I'll share these last few images. We fly into Bangor, and nearby is the Orono Bog, which we have visited in a few different seasons now. This time we were fortunate to see the Sundew, a carnivorous plant with sticky droplets on the end of hairs that cover each leaf. An insect can get trapped, stuck by the droplet, and the leaf slowly folds around the insect and digests it.

This Spruce Grouse kept a watchful eye on us as we passed. Her chicks were feeding nearby.

There were numerous types of orchid in bloom.

On another hike we found this saprophyte, Indian Pipes.

Maine can be thick with biting flies of many kinds, but we were not too bothered on this visit. I photographed this fly which seemed determined to hover in one spot.

This Canada Lily was in a botanical garden we visited.

Near the ocean we found Cedar Waxwings.

And a Common Yellowthroat.

This Belted Kingfisher sat on a wire, watching the creek below for any signs of fish.

An Osprey was gathering material to patch a nest.

We walked a short trail to Sand Beach in Corea. Sandy beaches are rare in that part of Maine. The ocean currents tend to take all the fine material southward, leaving the rocky cliffs and cobblestones.

The wild rose was in bloom.

This Black-throated Green Warbler visited us at Frasier Point, a part of Acadia National Park that gave us an opportunity to explore tide pools.

Whale Watching

In Maine I went on a whale watching trip with Bar Harbor Whale Watch. I'm not one to advertise, but in case you want to go out with them, here's their website.

http://www.barharborwhales.com/default.php

As you can imagine, I dreamed of seeing pelagic (sea-going) birds. Some birds rarely come to land, except to nest. This tour boat does a trip with Audubon folks once a year where I imagine they slow the boat and correctly identify birds, but this trip was more oriented toward whales than birds. That boat can really move, and the birds were often fleeing for their very lives, like this Puffin. Sorry little guy. Didn't mean to intrude.

After we left port it wasn't 15 minutes until a Minke Whale surfaced right next to the bow where I was sitting. The boat came to a stop and the whale took another breath of air and then was gone. I have not ever been whale watching before, so it was interesting to see how the boat races from spot to spot at such a high speed, but comes to a complete stop when a whale is located. It didn't slow for birds at all, to my disappointment.

When the fin of a Basking Shark broke the calm surface of the ocean the boat again throttled down for a look.

I saw three lighthouses, including this interesting one, which is the New England lighthouse farthest from shore.

I found a lot of interesting facts about this lighthouse at the website http://www.lighthouse.cc/mountdesertrock/history.html

An excerpt from the web site advises, "Far-flung Mount Desert Rock Light is one of the most dramatically isolated of all American lighthouses. More than 20 miles from the nearest port at Mount Desert Island, the low-lying, wave swept rock is, as historian Edward Rowe Snow put it, like "part of another world." George Putnam, for many years the commissioner of the Bureau of Lighthouses, regarded Mount Desert Rock as the most exposed light station in the United States. The tiny rock is only about 17 feet above sea level at its highest point.

In this closer view you can see that it was *once again* severely damaged by a hurricane this year.

On this small rock you can see Gray Seals, Harbor Seals, and overhead a Greater Shearwater flies. There's a seal in the water at the lower right. Two Peregrine Falcons were on the island as well. It is owned by the College of the Atlantic now, and is a research station for studying whales and birds.

From this vantage point I got to see what Columbus and his crew must have viewed as they left the reassuring world of solid earth. Water all the way to the horizon. No more islands, not even a small rock. Creepy.

Looking back toward our port the mountains were beginning to sink into the sea. Certainly not a flat earth ... or perhaps we were already beginning to slip off the edge. I began to think we should return. The boat throttled up after a brief stop by this rock and headed into an area of cold, nutrient-rich upwelling water that hosted a lot of marine life.

Suddenly a fin broke the surface, then another and another. The boat stopped and we were surrounded by about 45 Pilot Whales. Like dolphins they were playful and curious. My photos are decent, but to get some really excellent images taken by the naturalist from up on the 3rd deck of this huge boat, visit the Bar Harbor Whales site on Flickr.

Their blog is http://barharborwhales.blogspot.com/2009/09/pilot-whales-galore.html and there you'll experience their excitement at this find. More photos they took are on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/bhwhales Not every whale watch sees whales, and we had a great, extended encounter.

They did really surround the boat so everybody had great views. There were big males and females with young close by their side.

This Pilot Whale seemed to come "people watching" by the side of the boat.

On the way back to port I saw more Shearwaters, and got this photo of one skimming barely above the water. Though I had hoped for more bird sightings, the many seals, porpoise, shark, and whales more than satisfied my curiosity. For sea birds, the best is to take a tour to their breeding islands. Maybe next time.

Maine

I just returned from a vacation at my parents' home in Maine, where I was born and raised. I only wish I could have stayed longer!


I suppose most people think of lobster boats when they think of Maine ... I know I do.

These boats ply the waters in the many bays along the rugged coast dotted with islands, and even venture rather far from land in the cold Gulf of Maine.

Maine's granite foundation was first scoured by glaciers and is now worn relentlessly by the actions of the tides and waves, and the rough rock becomes cobblestones in some places.

In other areas, the rock meets the sea and is overgrown by rockweed and barnacles.

The first signs of autumn were evident, but the weather was still full of the warmth of summer.

This is the view of Mount Desert Island, home to Acadia National Park, from Sorrento. Cadillac Mountain is the highest point on the eastern seaboard.

The Black-capped Chickadee is the State Bird for Maine. Their cheerful call is heard everywhere.

I paid to go on a whale watching voyage, and we were rewarded with sightings like this Pilot Whale that came right up to the boat ... along with about 44 others in the pod.