Schoodic Point

     Acadia National Park occupies parts of three of Maine's many southward extending peninsulas. Cadillac Mountain is on the middle one, but on the tip of the eastern one is Schoodic Point. It is a granite-clad outcropping that does not have any other land between it and the Gulf of Maine and the North Atlantic. Therefore, a North Atlantic storm has a thousand miles to build some high seas before they come crashing ashore against that immovable granite.
     So, while most of the Atlantic coast watched with great trepidation as hurricane Jose churned it way up the east coast, Mainers were eagerly anticipating another great show at Schoodic. The storm stalled out south of Cape Cod, so the waves did not reach the heights that were hoped for, but it still made for a good day for a Schoodic trip.

     Coincidentally, it was a day that we were scheduled to meet up with a cousin of Durelle's and her husband, Pam and Jay Anderson, who are Californians making their first visit to Maine. Originally we had planned to take a leisurely drive along the mid-coast of Maine pointing out some of our favorite photo-ops. After the day of touring, Durelle's brother and wife, Mart and Ann Grover, would drive over from their NH campground and join us all for supper. When we told the Andersons about the Schoodic situation, they jumped at the opportunity.

     That's Pam on the left capturing a picture of the exploding surf.

     The Park Rangers were prominent in keeping foolish tourists from venturing too close to the edge where they would be at risk from a rogue wave.

     Later we joined up with Mart and Ann and had a nice supper at the Whale's Tooth in Lincolnville.

      So, while it was not one of the best shows that Schoodic has ever produced, it provided a nice reunion for three Grover cousins and their "outlaws".