A Girl By Any Other Name…
A rose by any other name is just as sweet. And so it goes for children, right? At least for our wildly natural, rocky coastline of a kid, Acadia, who got to meet her equally wild, equally rocky, equally beautiful namesake last week–
That’s my girl. Acadia. Bar Harbor, Maine was the next stop on our crazy never-ending summer road trip extravaganza. We packed up the kids and spent four days in a cottage near the park. Despite a chill in the air and some wet mornings, we toured the park, ate lobster, and went kayaking.
We also logged some serious beach combing time.
Some folks like to watch crime dramas. Some like to knit. Some try Valium. For me there is nothing more relaxing than plopping down and combing the beach for sea-glass. And there is no place better suited for this than Bar Harbor.
Perfect, sure. Beautiful, yes. But edible? Not so much. So when it came time for snack we moved on from seaside to hillside, where the Maine blueberries were just coming in.
I was in my element. Happier than the clams that were being dug up all around us. But all the wonder and natural beauty of our surroundings was nothing in the face of a couple of content kids harbor side.
Usually I have no problem remaining stoic where shopping is involved. But I was powerless here. What’s the point of having a destination child if you don’t cash on some really cool shwag?
